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[napoleonherself]

Turned in Unix final. It's up to the Unix Gods to decide what happens next.

Stuff I should post. Too lazy. Eh.

I want to disappear. To simply shrink up tighter and tighter until I'm too small to be seen anymore. And then the assholes who have magazine subscriptions to sell will stop looking at me and seeing some pitiful loser they can exploit, someone they can compliment a bit and thus have an instant sale. Everyone will stop seeing me as this pitiful loser I am, because they won't be able to see me. At all. And I won't have to worry about anyone looking at me ever again.

But. That's sort of impossible. So.

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[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

PLAINLY, THEREFORE, I AM A MAN

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[darnn.livejournal.com]

Well, blame the person who said the one about the clothes making the man.