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i'm skeptical about it
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as well you should be. find anything you can't doubt?
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doubtability
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i don't know...i can imagine there's something out there that i just don't know about that is beyond doubt.
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all by the principle that somethings by their structure, consistency, and complexity seem less doubtable than others.
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such as *me*, for instance! oh, i'm kidding, i'm kidding.
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i'm incredulous that you're kidding.
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complexity = no. i am the simplest thing around. even a paramecium named simple simon is not as simple as i am. of course, what kind of paramecium is named simple simon? seriously, s.d., a paramecium with 'simple simon' for a name? where do you get this stuff? you're crazy. structure = no, absolutely not. i will have nothing to do with structure. i have built my whole life around avoiding structures of any kind. no structure! that's an order, sort of like francois couperin's ordre's pour le clavecin. i really like ordre vingt-troiseme, for instance. so i have structured my life around 'les satires' in f major. frankly i cannot understand how anyone can live without structure. discipline, discipline. it's the backbone of society. and society is *fucked*. so the best thing we can do is throw caution to the wind, and get crazy. get wild and chaotic, sabotaging structure in the name of a new world ordre. of course, the real danger is that such a revolution produces new world hors d'oeuvres. mmmm. i love hors d'oeuvres, except the gross ones, which i spit out onto the shoes of my host. hosts like that sort of thing, i'm told. consistency = yes. when it comes to consistency, i'm the champ. it's too bad that i'm totally inconsistent, and like it. isometrics are fancy. there is only one thing i fear more than isometrics and it is some other stuff. actually, i'm not afraid of isometrics one teeny, tiny bit. don't you forget it, stork daddy. don't think i'll be intimidated by your isometrics! don't think you scare me. oh, please! please don't do that isometric thing, please! i simply couldn't bear it. why not, you ask? because i am the champ of consistency, and it would remind me of my cousin 'ed'. for the present, let us overlook my lack of such a cousin. for what really matters, in an age such as ours, is that we relinquish all titles of distinction. and who would you be to disagree with the champion of consistency? hmm? who? why, yourself, of course. why would you want to be anyone else. gosh, please don't become someone else. well, do what you want, i guess. it really isn't my business.
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what's it to you?
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