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I am the man who reads the burning book

by SometimesStar

You could take me down for my lack of culture, I haven't read, I'm not practiced or professional enough, I'm just such an ogre. But baby, I'm the reason for the season. You don't get Marx without me. You don't get Sartre without me. And you don't get paid without me, babycakes. Hah. Maybe I should have done some things differently here or there, but there's really no metric to judge that notion against so we're kind of mucked on that front. However suffering, like everything else, has to have a shape and a color to it. The fallout of my love is going to find its way into my senses and to the middle of my brain whether I like it or not. You could say it builds character, but I think it just destroys it. Remember that I write, girl. I don't really read all that much. I am the man who reads the burning book. Stop looking at me funny.
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