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It's time to leave now or die.

To Make a Dadaist Poem

Take a newspaper.
Take some scissors.
Choose from this paper an article of the length you want to make your poem.
Cut out the article.
Next carefully cut out each of the words that makes up this article and put them all in a bag.
Shake gently.
Next take out each cutting one after the other.
Copy conscientiously in the order in which they left the bag.
The poem will resemble you.
And there you are – an infinitely original author of charming sensibility, even though unappreciated by the vulgar herd.

Tristan Tzara

"We are very cruelly trapped between what we would like to be and what we actually are. And we cannot possibly become what we would like to be until we are willing to ask ourselves just why the lives we lead on this continent are mainly so empty, so tame, and so ugly." 

I just died

on the inside.

I missed Hubble. I MISSED HUBBLE. And it stopped playing yesterday. &I want to die a little more than usual.

What I really want right now, is an extremely nerdy boyfriend.
Who will take me to see NASA movies and knows when they're playing before the last day.
We would get a discount and sit in the front, I'll cry at the end and fog up his glasses.
But he'll be sweet to me and tell me about science.

sigh, Today is a very Sagan day.

I'm going to start COSMOS and I don't think I'm going to leave my house ever again.