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Me?
- I came to this world a badass, on a dark and stormy night, under the watchful eyes of a million burning hells. I quickly found that I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere along the red string of fate, and melancholy melodrama overtook my cloudy sensibilities. - I am an ambiguously existent simulation in the dream of Zhuangzi's butterfly, a stringed puppet guided by Laplace's demon, the sum of however many eyes Sartre's dice roll. And Sartre doesn't roll twenties. - I am the end product of eons of predetermined chances, in an sincerer world an abortion, a deception living by the grace of my father's lies. - I am an electrical accident, a car crash across the international superhighway of digital code. - I am the last man, standing on a mountaintop, realising there's nothing to do here. - I am nothing good, nothing evil, nothing special and nothing banal. - I simply am. - Thus Spoke Odin. "Amen, hallelujah, peanut butter." — Dutch – Black Lagoon
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