Memory is a record.
People only have substance within the memories of other people. And that’s why there were all kinds of myself. There weren’t a lot of myself per se, I was just inside all sorts of people, that’s all.
emilytheslayer: spastasmagoria: iandsharman: I caught one reading Sartre the other day! Damn existentialist pigeons! THEY DO THINGS This is the kind of things they try to do. They try to drive buses.
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    ^My cousin has that book I think.
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    [image description: A small sign that reads: PLEASE Do Not Feed the Pigeons THEY DO THINGS.]
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    This is the kind of things they try to do. They try to drive buses.
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    THEY DO THINGS
  11. iandsharman reblogged this from cuntdust and added:
    I caught one reading Sartre the other day! Damn existentialist pigeons!
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    #horrible things #come on man don’t you know what pigeons are LIKE?
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