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You say that eve­ry­thing is very simple and interesting
it makes me feel very wist­ful, like rea­ding a great Russian novel does
I am ter­ri­bly bored some­times it is like seeing a bad movie other days, more often, it’s like having an acute disease of the kidney
god knows it has nothing to do with the heart
nothing to do with people more inter­es­ting than myself
yak yak
that’s an amu­sing thought
how can anyone be more amu­sing than oneself
how can anyone fail to be
can I bor­row your forty-five
I only need one bul­let pre­fe­ra­bly silver
if you can’t be inter­es­ting at least you can be a legend
(but I hate all that crap)

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