Bit of a logjam.
@ The Great Northern.
And so we learn that life doesn’t work out like on television.
Doesn’t get spun into gold as at the movies.
But we still admire when we identify.
What is the purpose for anything?
All we can control is working hard.
Recessed to a cul-de-sac of the mind.
The usual humor from Harry Goaz (UT graduate).
And Kimmy Robertson.
A melodrama fit for melodrama.
Post-modern fit for fat. Tic-tac-toe.
Episode improves upon recitative drought.
The creepiest collection of personages this side of the Mississippi River.
Casting at gas stations. Diners. Truck stops. Rest stops.
Toll booths. Strip malls. Turnpikes. Donut and taco situations.
And always some French fries.
Derrida’s brisure at “doohickey”.