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I Always Embrace The Worst-case Scenario.

I Like The Alice In Wonderland Sculpture In Central Park. I Love How It's Been Rained On Forever And Looks Worn Down By Time.

I Need Some Meaning I Can Memorize. The Kind I Have Always Seems To Slip My Mind.

I Think That Obviously The Quest For Purpose, Or Meaning, Or Understanding To Existence Is Something That I Always Think About, Always Deal With. I Guess Everybody Does - That Existential Crisis Of Human Condition. It's Nothing New. But I'd Love To Come Across Something That Really Made Me Believe In Something.

I'm Ripe For The Picking For The Scientologists - One Of Those Creeps. Someone's Got To Find Me. Some Little Weird Cult Can Just Pluck Me Up, Because I'm Ripe For The Picking.