February 2012
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Erin and I discuss the most ridiculous show.
Erin: i'm rewatching season 3 and i'm confused again. like what happened with the machine?
Erin: he went in and disappeared right
Jill: he went in and was transported into the future?
Erin: i thought it was supposed to be a machine of destruction or creation
Jill: then that happened, and olivia died, and they sent him back in time to prevent that or something
Erin: and like the machine was changing how he bheaved?
Jill: something like that
Erin: but i thiought she had to die anyways. also weren't the universes combined or some shit.
Jill: i don't think the universes were ever combined. they were connected.
Jill: this is a ridiculous show
Erin: yea i can't even
Erin: it's just now that i'm watching older ones, i'm like whatever happened with that
Erin: like also, the kid that fauxlivia had with peter. like they made it seem like peter had to pick one universe over the other by picking one olivia
Erin: and then the next thing you know he's in the machine and that plotline goes away?
Jill: no, walternate used the baby's dna to turn on the machine because it had half of peter's dna
Jill: OBVIOUSLY
Erin: in that case he could've used his own. he has half of peter's as well by being his father. THAT'S HOW IT WORKS.
Erin: WHAT THE HELL DID THE MACHINE DO
Jill: IT DESTROYS UNIVERSES
Erin: WHAT
Erin: WHAT UNIVERSE DID IT DESTROY
Jill: initially the red one
Erin: what the fuck is the red one. do you mean the blimp one?
Jill: yeah, the red one is the blimp one
Erin: oh yea
Erin: i'm confused
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Daphne Gottlieb, "Why Things Burn" →
My fire-eating career came to an end when I could no longer tell when to spit and when to swallow. Last night in Amsterdam, 1,000 tulips burned to death. I have an alibi. When I walked by your garden, your hand grenades were in bloom. You caught me playing loves me, loves me not, metal pins between my teeth. I forget the difference between seduction and arson, ignition and cognition. I am a girl...
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