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Jan. 20th, 2004 02:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twicketfaceIn a perfect world, we'd get together every other Thursday night. We'd meet at the coffee shop around the corner or the Chinese restaurant across town. It would be a standing invitation with no excuses. We'd be like the post office - obstacles be damned.
We'd explore the finer points of life. We'd argue for the sake of argument. We'd talk to the employees and treat them as individuals, not extensions of their corporate masters. We'd bring games and cards along. We'd draw up our plans to change the world. We'd doodle caricatures of other customers. We'd play out scenarios of their lives, quietly, at our table. We'd cheer up the grumpy and celebrate with the pleased.
We'd make demands of each other. We'd challenge each other's structure of belief. We'd debate the existence of everything - love, war, God, hope. We'd hone our conspiracy theories to perfection. We'd have membership cards and a secret handshake. We'd pay for stranger's meals. We'd be exclusive. We'd laugh until it hurt.
We'd live.
We'd explore the finer points of life. We'd argue for the sake of argument. We'd talk to the employees and treat them as individuals, not extensions of their corporate masters. We'd bring games and cards along. We'd draw up our plans to change the world. We'd doodle caricatures of other customers. We'd play out scenarios of their lives, quietly, at our table. We'd cheer up the grumpy and celebrate with the pleased.
We'd make demands of each other. We'd challenge each other's structure of belief. We'd debate the existence of everything - love, war, God, hope. We'd hone our conspiracy theories to perfection. We'd have membership cards and a secret handshake. We'd pay for stranger's meals. We'd be exclusive. We'd laugh until it hurt.
We'd live.
