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It feels like half of my fantasies of success are simply fantasies of revenge.

They say, “you only live once,” but tell that to the wasted sperm in my tissue basket.

Sometimes I wish I could telecommute to home instead of work.

Pleasure and pain seem not like distinct entities so much as a single system of Good Cop Bad Cop.

If there were any words I lived by they would have to form a paradox.