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Fyodor Dostoyevsky, “White Nights”
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the fucking man.
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Happy Birthday, Mr. Bob Dylan.
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That video about the sperm in the cat’s uterus made me realize something very crucial about our being and our effort to sustain it; we’re all survivors. We should always remember that. We were the one of the many that made it. If our first action was to win, then who says it has to end there?
“SAY NO TO TELEOLOGY FOLKS! OR ELSE YOU’LL FAIL SCIENCE AND MY FINAL.” - Basically what Professor Piper tells us everyday.
I acknowledge that my conception served no particular purpose. Your conception served no particular purpose as well; in a random fusion of genetic material, we came to be. We were squeezed out into the squalor of this life, and this life sometimes sucks. It gets to you at times but you can’t let it. You’re here so you have to make it into what you think it is and then, you make the most of it. Some make the most of it by jogging, or doing drugs, or going to school, or creating stories. I am one of those people that make the most of things by creating stories. I try and personify certain things to make people feel good about themselves and life. I don’t want people to give up, so, in this attempt, I tried reminding them they were once the little sperm that could. Why could it could; no reason, but if it could, then it should keep on coulding. Why should it keep on coulding; because it’s either do that, or die. Keep striving basically. People should just go and do, like a sperm cell. It’s stupid, but if it makes them feel better and if it makes them think, then I did my job.
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That video about the sperm in the cat’s uterus made me realize something very crucial about our being and our effort to sustain it; we’re all survivors. We should always remember that. We were the one out of the many that made it. If our first action was to win,then who says it has to end there?
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I want to confess as best I can, but my heart is void. The void is a mirror.
I see my face and feel loathing and horror. My indifference to men has shut me out.
I live now in a world of ghosts, a prisoner in my dreams.
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