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sarah says that there is so much more out -there- than we could ever hope to know. but she's a tinge cynical and i can feel her hypocrisy waivering throughout the smoke that is exhaled from her lungs.
sarah says that we can't control these things, and that one day we won't wake up, and that's that. and what can you do, because who can defeat death but death itself?
sarah says that nietzke had a point, and if there's no god, and we are all super men or sheep, then i must decide what i am. and if i'm a superman, then we can't be friends, because she's already decided to be one. (i want to point out that n. meant for super men to be magnificent examples of human beings, not just those who believe themselves to be magnificent, but i didn't).
sarah says that she is so bewildered by me, as she stomps into my house wearing a skirt, a t shirt, armlets and combat boots in late december and opens up.
sarah says that i will never understand her. but i don't want to. i don't want to take her off this pedestal.
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