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January 28, 2013 by imustseeaman

I spoke to a garbage can today. Her name was Persephone. She didn’t do much over break. You see, she lives in one of the dorm lounges and when everybody leaves for home, she loses her purpose. But it’s ok because she hates her purpose. She craves these bouts of solitude because she knows that her moments among people are far from better. I felt really bad for her while we were chatting today. During the most engaging parts of our conversation, a mound of trash would wizz by my face and onto her. She gagged right before the punch line, every time. It’s better in the break times, for there she can simply be. A simple machine. I, too, am a simple machine. I am Borg.


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