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My latest anthropological fabrication:
“Alphazoer Xaerxes, an expert in 21st century sentimental relics, has stated, “Within the homes of Novicans, we find evidence of the human chemical technological boom. These discoveries, omnipresent in our findings from the period, represent the intimate relationship Americans had with cosmetic and medical chemical inventions. A morose exhilaration is often the result, for prevailing theories assert that almost certainly, such attachment to technological industry was the cause of the Americans’ demise in health and economy.””
Serious papers R 4 squares.
Also, god.
My fuckin’ GIRL.
Realized I fit criteria for “neurotic perfectionism.” Right on, what’s one more?
“Here’s the news: I am going to sue the Brown & Williamson Tobacco Company, manufacturers of Pall Mall cigarettes, for a billion bucks! Starting when I was only twelve years old, I have never chain-smoked anything but unfiltered Pall Malls. And for many years now, right on the package, Brown & Williamson have promised to kill me.
But I am eighty-two. Thanks a lot, you dirty rats. The last thing I ever wanted was to be alive when the three most powerful people on the whole planet would be named Bush, Dick and Colon.” - Kurt Vonnegut, (November 11, 1922 - April 11, 2007) A Man Without a Country
My heart.
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People who drink Coke at 10 a.m.
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A Kroger advertisement just cut off “Imagine” halfway through and I want to scream and tear the walls down.
