i'm sure you've had this conversation....
sublime: I'm coming over.
you: I can't right now.
sublime: You can make it work. You know you want to.
you: I have practical things I gotta do. Dishes to watch. Bathtubs to clean. I don't just have time for spiritual removes and aesthetic mindfucks. I don't just sit around waiting for you to get in one of your little moods.
sublime: But I'm always ready, baby.
you: You weren't there when I was trying to type that story yesterday. Probably out muse-ho'ing again. I saw the great shit ______ was publishing on their blog. I know your handiwork. I saw the smile on ____'s face.
sublime: That wasn't me. I swear.
you: Whatevuh. Talk to the non-writing hand.
sublime: It's like this. Those are just people I do and shit. But like what we got is special.
you: Spatial you mean?
sublime: What? I don't get it.
you: For the sublime, you can be a real dumbshit.
sublime: Baby, with what I got I don't need to know how to talk. That's your job.
you: I really hate you sometimes.
sublime: Yeah but...do I even need to finish my sentence...
you: I gotta go. I'm hanging up now.
sublime: I'll be over tonight late.
you: Call first.
sublime: When I'm in the mood.
you: Call!
Phone slams down.
sublime: Hello? Hello?
you: Fucking Guido.
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