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Oryx and Crake (Margaret Atwood)


I am not my childhood. I hate these replays. I can't turn them off, can't change the subject, can't leave the room. I need more inner discipline.
tags: mindfulness

Then they could tick off the terrific parenting checklist they carted around in their heads. It wasn't the bad stuff they did that made him angry, it was the good stuff. The stuff they patted themselves on the backs for. They knew nothing about him, what he liked, what he hated, what he longed for. They thought he was only what they could see. He wasn't a washout, knock on wood. Knock on wood, as if he was bound to fuck up, wander off the tracks, but he just hadn't gotten around to it yet. About the different, secret person living inside him they know nothing at all.
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tags: parenting

Toast was a pointless invention from the dark ages. Toast was an implement of torture that caused all those subjected to it to regurgitate in verbal form the sins and crimes of their past lives. Toast was a ritual item devoured by fetishists in the belief that it would enhance their kinetic and sexual powers. Toast cannot be explained by any rational means. Toast is me. I am toast.
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