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ABOUT ME. Not really.

me

The only reason I am talking like this now is because I know that you won’t remember a single word of this once the drugs wear off.

I am that I am, a shining being and a dweller in light who has been created from the limbs of the divine. I am not one who was born in the possession of knowledge; I am one who is fond of antiquity, and earnest in seeking it there. I am more than I know myself to be. I am I and you are you, and if in the end we are together, then it is beautiful.

I always wanted to be a Petrelli.

All the ways you wish you could be, that’s me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.

I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true. I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live by the light that I have. I must stand with anybody that stands right, and stand with him while he is right, and part with him when he goes wrong.

But… I am in a pretty lonely place. No one will have sex with me. I’m so close to the end, and all I want is to get laid for the last time. I have pornographic movies in my apartment, and lubricants, and amyl nitrite… I am trying to figure out the exact moment my life got so fucked up.

I am not young enough to know everything. I’m old. I’m young. I’m intelligent. I’m stupid. I am the only real truth I know. I am such a ham. I am a thing of beauty. I am just too much. I am only one, but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something; and because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do something that I can do.

I am, I said. I am what I am, so take me as I am. When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be. I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.

I am the miracle. I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world. I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can’t be helped. I shall stay the way I am because I do not give a damn.

I am Jack’s wasted life. I am sick of all your shit! Yes, I’m comfortable with that. I am enlightened.

I’d rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.

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