brookings is failure, like a golden buddha atop my computer. purple monkey dishwasher. it is not you, but it is. i hate you. and by you i mean i, or do i? damn the dog. it is the dog that i truly hate, the dog that flies.
statements about never seeing brookings again.
more things that make no sense.
(cryptic deadjournals seem trendy these days. i wanted to try it!)