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margaret atwood reads like the crazy woman talking to herself behind me on the streetcar, if you come to visit me bring a piece of a plant for my teacup, just because you know one thing about me that no one else does does not mean you know me at all, objects gain value by organization- time and location, my place is tidy because i am constantly making large messes that require being cleaned up- other stuff gets clean in the process, one's greatest impediment is because they designate it so, -it's not about liking myself and building my self-esteem but getting over myself- "don't believe in yourself, don't deceive with belief, knowledge comes with death's release, oohwhoo , whoohoo, yeah" -David Bowie