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I Am A Survivor. I Am Like A Cockroach, You Just Can't Get Rid Of Me.

I Hate Polite Conversation. I Hate It When People Stand Around And Go, "hi, How Are You?" I Hate Words That Don't Have Any Reason Or Meaning. Also I Hate It When People Smoke In Elevators And Closed In Places. It's Just So Rude.

Hanging A Noose On My Door Reeks Of Cowardice And Fear On Many, Many Levels.

I Just Like The Idea Of Pills. I Like To Collect Them But Not Actually Take Them. When I Fell Off My Horse, I Got Tons Of Stuff: Demerol And Vicodin And Xanax And Valium And Oxycontin, Which Is Supposed To Be Like Heroin. And I'm Quite Scared To Take Them. I'm A Control Freak.

I Keep Telling Everyone That I Want To Start A Revolution But No One Is Taking Me Seriously. If I Had Black Skin And An Afro, Would You Take Me Seriously? If I Was An Arab Waving A Hand Grenade, Would You Take Me Seriously?