Exclusive interview: Kent talks diametrically and in concentric semicircles (part 2 of 3)
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Above: Kent takes an important phone call shortly before eating the phone. Pic taken at Kahwa Café by Kent Friend Jessica Lynn Meana after she narrowly defeated Kent Friend Montana Kroll for photographic responsibilities.)
KENT: *Puke*, huh? It seems like it was invented in the 70s.
KENT: Right, it seems like *corny*.
KENT: No, corny was invented in the 30s, I see here. It means “old-fashioned.”
KENT: Hm. The word *corny* is itself corny.
KENT: True. I’m closing the dictionary. And … it’s closed. [*deep, meaningful sigh*] I don’t know if I believe in love.
KENT: That’s a really terrible thing to say.
KENT: Well, think about it. The whole idea of romantic love is so grandiose and absurd. It’s destined for failure.
KENT: You might be right.
KENT: Better to just have casual sex.
KENT: I don’t know about that.
KENT: Speaking of *déjà vu*, I was out with an ex-girlfriend of mine, and she said she was getting it. I think we need to start listening to those intuitions.
KENT: I don’t know that that’s an intuition though. Maybe you’re just being delusional because you still want her to like you.
KENT: Yeah, I think you might be on to something.
KENT: You have to listen to your own intuitions, not try to read or manipulate them in other people.
KENT: Yeah, manipulation: boo. I’m still growing, I admit, but I’m with you. You’re preaching to the choir. Preach on.
KENT: Hey, here’s an idea: I’ll keep preaching and you keep singing.
KENT: In four-part harmony, pastor.
KENT: Please make it six.
KENT: We’re gonna need a bass and a soprano. Gonna have to bring in outside talent.