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I'm just a pale imitation of me

north america's favourite sarcastic bitch
12 July 1977
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There was once a girl named Chloe who didn't know what to do with herself-- not just sometimes, but always.
When she was in school she longed to be out, and when she was out she longed to be in. On the way she thought about coming home, and coming home she thought about going. Wherever she was she wished she were somewhere else, and when she got there she wondered why she'd bothered.

"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion." Jack Kerouac

"Oh, gentlemen, perhaps I really regard myself as an intelligent man only because throughout my entire life I've never been able to start or finish anything. Granted, granted I'm a babbler, a harmless, irksome babbler, as we all are. But what's to be done if the sole and express purpose of every intelligent man is babble-- that is, a deliberate pouring from empty into void."
Notes From Underground

A person is like a novel: Up to the very last page you don't know how it's going to end. Otherwise there'd be no point in reading...
--Evgeny Zamatin

The time has come, the walrus said
To speak of many things.
Of sailing ships and sealing wax,
Of Cabbages and Kings!
--Lewis Carroll

Cause I don't care if they eat me alive, I've got better things to do than survive.
Ani Difranco

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