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i hate being disappointed. It's nearly as foreign to me as being bored--I say nearly because i've felt disappointment but i've never been bored.

There's always something to think about, something to cold figger on--words to rhyme, moments to remember, fantasies to get hot over.

Disappointment is equally ridiculous: why should anything in the world fail to meet our expectations? Each and every thing is merely being itself.

The world is what it is.

And these words about the world are merely placeholders in time.

And the ideas they refer to dont really exist.

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