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Better one handful with tranquility than two handfuls with toil and chasing after the wind.
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Saturday, July 21, 2007
The ears are feeding on mewithoutYou - January 1979
Birthday parties put me and numerals in perspective:
I am going to be 21 in 2 years' time
I am going to be half a century young in 31 years' time
I am going to be dead/more alive than ever in n years' time
I think of statistical life expectancies, and how foolish it is to count my days that way!
I wonder how I am going to die,
I wonder how I am going to live:
This world, I cry, is not my place. I seek a place in heaven!
And yet there is so much to look forward to, details are arbitrary, and so much to not neglect now – which means I must live like I'm alive (because I have died already; we should only die twice) (but then again I must die constantly to live!) and consume as many cupcakes as possible before my metabolism slows down and I become heavier than an Iraqi football player.
I am scum of the earth, an heiress, refuse of the world, a ragamuffin, a child, persecuted, a fool to you, giving up any trace of life to oh! find more life!, a waterfall, a princess, I'm not Ruth but ruth, and I am sleepy. Goodbye everyone!
23:16
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