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Friday, July 13, 2007
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Current mood:  determined
Category: Life
I just finished an excellent book by David Eggers, entitled A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius. The last paragraph of the book is exactly what I am feeling about many things right now:
"Don't you know that I am connected to you? Don't you know that I'm trying to pump blood to you, that this is for you, that I hate you people, so many of you motherfuckers -- When you sleep I want you never to wake up, so many of you I want you to just fucking sleep it away because I only want you to run under with me on this sand like Indians, if you're going to fucking sleep all day fuck you motherfuckers oh when you're all sleeping so many sleeping I am somewhere on some stupid rickety scaffolding and I'm trying to get your stupid fucking attention I've been trying to show you this, just been trying to show you this -- What the fuck does it take to show you motherfuckers, what does it fucking take what do you want how much do you want because I am willing and I'll stand before you and I'll raise my arms and give you my chest and throat and wait, and I've been so old for so long, for you, for you, I want it fast and right through me -- Oh do it, do it, you motherfuckers, do it do it you fuckers finally, finally, finally."
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