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1.27.00
What a long strange trip
it's been. A year and a half of laughter,
sorrow, and fantasically
trippy dreams. It's time for me to move
on from this chapter of
my life. So I start a new one.
New journal, new "identity",
and all that rot.
Hope you'll come visit
sometime.
Adios
muchachos companeros!
Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes,
Misprizing what they look on, and her wit
Values itself so highly that to her
All matter else seems weak. She cannot love,
Nor take no shape nor project of affection,
She is so self-endeared.
~on Beatrice
Much Ado About Nothing
by Wm. Shakespeare
