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Gaki: writing myself Real

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Growing later

"When he had thought the bomb had fallen, back in New York, he had been left with a tremendous energy, had paced and pondered and searched for something to do with it, had ended up just walking it away.
I may be dead, he thought, in... seconds, minutes, hours? He squinted at the brilliant arc, already perhaps thirty houses wide. The thought came with absurd coolness, I'm going to write something."

- Samuel R. Delany, dhalgren

We are lonely
We are only
Looking for a place to call our own

We are looking for a sign
We are looking for a clue
We are looking for some meaning to the things... we... do

- Crimpshrine, RDC

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Fascinating, even...thanks.

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