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One day I'm going to kill someone. That's my main goal in life. Maybe I'll just become a serial killer. Why not? Honestly, there are times when I'm amazed that I haven't just stabbed someone in the face already. I sincerely don't know what's stopping me.

Anyhow, I've been reading this book by Nancy Houston called "The Goldberg Variations" and there was one section in particular that caught my attention:

"It's disgusting the way hypocrisy oozes out as soon as death enters the picture. Like worms that suddenly materialize in meat, secreted by the very flesh you were about to consume. Oh, no. I'm not going to efface myself anymore; it's my turn to play the egotist."

Just for the record, the excerpt from the book is completely unrelated to my previous banter.