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Sometimes I feel like Peter Sellers. He spent all this time taking all on these identities because he had no identity of his own. And he died a lonely old man on a cold, hospital slab. Underappreciated. Sure, people loved him, but they loved him like he was a personal object. Nothing more. Nobody ever took him seriously. Why should he? To make people have and smile was his feeble attempt to fill the emptiness that he felt inside. He never could fill that void, no matter how hard he tried.



Sometimes I feel like Peter Sellers.

Sleep sure would be nice. At least my hip doesn't hurt. That shit Daddy said I ought to try seems to be working. Maybe I'm just experiencing a placebo effect. Who knows..