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Pick a Card!
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Dec 21, 2011 4:17 pm
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I've started writing a short story about a guy who hasn't gotten a present since he was 7 years old, and I was going to post it as a blog, but have decided against it and will wait 'till 'tis Finnished or Swedished.
Speaking of Finnish, I am of course one fourth Finn, which means I'm one fourth supergr8awesome. Oh, sure there are Finns who aren't all that and a bag of chips, but that's prolly 'cuz they'd been dropped on their noggin as a child or their mother never game 'em a Big Wheel. Something like that, it all goes back to bein' scarred for lice in childhood.
Anywho, with the holiday season right 'round the corner I noticed that I'd completely forgotten to send out Xmas cards to moi friends and family; and what the flock 'tis that about  As I've said many times, I've moved away from gift giving in recent years, but always have sent cards; and I've a knack for finding good cards, but have apparently not noticed the Xmas cards in the stores this year - and perhaps they quit makin' 'em Could I use that as an excuse/reason/whatEV
Regardlest, I've decided to build a Christmas card and send it out via email; and I kinda like this idea 'cuz it cuts down on waste and whatnot, and folks don't have to go to the trouble of puttin' 'em up and takin' 'em down and ditchin' 'em.
So that's likely not going to win moi points with most folks; but the folks nearest and dearest to the Zill are used to his peculuaries, so 'twill be no prob; and 'twill be nice to create art, 'cuz I've been in the mood to do so, yo.
Anywho, that's another post; there'll be more, so watch for 'em; TTFN, Z
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What Zill Talks About When Zill Talks About Cycling
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Dec 21, 2011 12:21 pm
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I am reading Haruki Murakami's "What I Talk About When I Talk About Running" - or to be more precise: I am writing about reading Haruki Murakami's "What I Talk About When I Talk About Running." Haruki Murakami 'tis the author of such books as "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle," and his most recent novel "IQ84" - and he's won buckets of literary awards.
Anywho, this 'tis a memoir of sorts in which he talks about running and writing; so of course I'm all eyeballs, 'cuz I also love running and writing. But as he puts it, running [and writing] 'tis not for everyone, and he doesn't suggest it for anyone, 'cuz if'n folks are drawn to it, they'll find their own way.
So I thought that was a beautiful - a beautiful - way to roll, because geez, there doesn’t seem to be a shortage o' folks who are passionate about whate'er they're passionate about who want everyone to be as passionate as they are: books; religion; politics; ideologies; music; movies; food; b/romantic love; Christmas carols; hating n-----s, q----s and J--s. Passionate folks often lack compassion for other folks who don't share their passions and fashions.
Oh, and have I told the story of how I have a quasi-friend who often yammers on and on and on and on and on about books that I should read and will love love love, and how can I keep moi eyes from glazing over, and why should I even try? Have I e'er, evah ever been convinced or moved to pick up a book that he suggested? Ne'er, nevah never to moi recollection.
At any rate, Murakami 'tis a wonderful author - or at least his translator 'tis wonderful - who puts things down on paper that I often think about but haven't heard anyone else talk about - at least not in the same way he talks about 'em. HowEV, 'tisn't a book I'd suggest for everyone or just anyone, save for those who want to read a book from a writer writing rivetingly about running. But then again, 'tis not really about running or writing or even a memoir - because for moi 'tis more like a conversation of sorts. With someone that is more interesting, engaging and intelligent than moiself, - and he's also way better than moi at writing and running; and that's the kinda critter I like hanging round, 'cuz e'en if their finer qualities don't rub off, I can at least to try imitate 'em.
Anywho, the sun 'tis out in Seattle today, and I'm about to cycle downtown where thee livin' 'tis easy peasy and sleazy. So I'll close with a poem, 'cuz that's how I'm rollin' rollin' rollin' lately.
Licking your sunrise
feeling the beat of your breath
Sex in a disguise
taking it to the depth
Sweeter than succulent lies
Yeesh, I otter put more time, thunkin' and effort into these epics, but then again let's not and pretend I did. Smooches, Z
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Zilla With a Dragon Tat ~ Fat Cat
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Dec 20, 2011 3:55 pm
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The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo has just been made into an American Movie starring James Bond and a relatively unknown actress; I was all about the books, because they are awesome - and as I'd blogged a while ago, they reminded moi of an updated Pippi Longstocking - and the author actually had Pippi in mind when he wrote the character of Lisbeth Salander.
Anywho, I've no plans to see the movie, 'cuz I've seen the Swedish version, and that was fine and dandy; but I know the story and 'tis not a story I need to see again with what looks like inferior stars. The story itself has some fairly rough going, and there are parts I found cringe-worthy - more so than in the book, actually.
Anywho, I saw the lead on a talk show, and she seemed fairly low key; and not much charisma on the talk show circuit, but who could blame her? Anywho, much 'twas made of the fact that she went balls-out to transform herself physically with piercings and bleaching her eyebrows; and I kinda roll moi baby blues when I hear such tales, 'cuz it reminds moi of the LookAtMeI'mActingGimmeAnAward school of acting, and those usually involve pretty actresses transforming themselves into plain creatures [wehich prolly takes less time in the makeup chair - evil laff] or heteros bravely playing homos [gasp! OMZ, he kissed another guy!] or either gender gaining several pounds for a role or using extensive makeup blahblahblah - Nicole Kidman 'tis a primo eggzample of this, 'cuz she won an Oscar for a lame performance in "The Hours" in which she donned a fake nose and looked depressed for about 12 minutes. Geez, whatta revelation.
Anywho, the only recent movie I'd consider seeing in the theatres 'tis "Hugo," by that crazy ass director Martin Scorcese - and this 'tis a film that seems to warrant a trip to the theatre, 'cuz 'tis in 3-D; and The Zill loves 3-D, and the last film I actually saw was Piranha3-D, which was fully totally gr888, m888.
So that's another blog that was inspired by a review of a movie that I don't intend to see, and I'm sure you'll agree that this one 'tis as awesome as any I've built without guilt. Smooches, Zillt.
BTW:
I wanted to write a beautiful and heartfelt Christmas song that gets to the heart about het true meaning of Christmas, but not in a way that strangles folks with la-di-da sentimentality, 'cuz some o' youse might be like moi and are a tad allergic to such stuff. So I channeled all the greatest songwriters o' the centuries and built the most awesome tune I could; and I know you'll love it as much as moi, and 'tis one you should listen to with a box of kleenex! Smooches, Z
'Tis rainy and windy outside
the season of mistletoe is here
soon 'twill be Christmas morn
and all I want for Christmas is porn
Don't need shiny gifts or a family dinner
don't need Christmas tree flavoured gum
'cuz I gots a boner fide winner for a sinner
with clips of guys shooting their cum
w000t w000t w000t! 
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Crazy Stoopid Zill
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Dec 20, 2011 11:31 am
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Crazy Stupid Love emphasis on the stupid; I tried to watch the movie "Crazy Stupid Love," but didn't get halfway through, e'en though it felt like four hours.
The headliner 'tis Steve Carell - who I found unwatchable on the office, but is merely bleak and depressing in this movie as a sad sack whose wife Julianne Moore leaves him for Kevin Bacon. Enter supersexstud Ryan Gosling, who takes Mr. Carell under his wing and tries to show him how to be a total creepazoid lech. Mr. Gosling's sex appeal 'tis lost on moi, but apparently he's irresistible; although early on in this movie he's resisted by Emma Stone, who 'tis the only woman on the planet immune to his turbopowered sexiness - I suspect this means she's going to tame his wild ways and show him the light that monogamy 'tis the way to roll. So this movies isn't without laughs, but geez: to get to the laughs one has to put up with the cast of characters, although Emma Stone and her friend were charming; unfortunately they weren't in it veddy much.
Anywho, I was going to give it longer than I did, but life 'tis way too short to spend with blecchy folks, so I gave 'em all a well deserved abortion and popped the DVD outta the player and put it back in the package to be returned to the box of red from whence it was rented.
I was thinking about how comedies aren't often nominated for awards, save for more urbane ones such as Woody Allen's "Annie Hall" and Stephen Spielberg's "Shindler's List." But bad comedies such as this prove that comedy 'tis not easy to pull off - and this was considered one of the better comedic films of 2011 - and many thought that the movie I'd blogged about yesterday, "Bridesmaids," was the best comedy of the year. And as I'd said, "Bridesmaids" was funny - but it was front loaded in terms of laughs and steadily fell apart.
So I was trying to think about the last really good comedy I'd seen; and most of the ones I like are from the past decade or century, such as the Christopher Guest movies - which I can watch o'er and o'er. Other comedies I like are from the last century, such as the aforementioned "Annie Hall," "What's Up, Doc?" or Mel Brooks' "Blazing Saddles" and "Spaceballs." And going back a bit further, there was "Some Like it Hot," or Spencer and Tracy comedies - of which "Desk Set," 'tis moi fave.
Oh, speaking of the wayback machine, I'd heard there's going to be a new version of The Three Stooges, which sounds like a master-disaster, but whatev.
Anywho, I wrote the above last night before heading off to slumberland, and today dawned a bit rainy and bromantic; Seattle weather that folks warned moi about and folks howl about, but I love it so at least someone's happy. Although I might hit the tanning bed if the sun doesn't peek through, 'cuz The Zill likes feeling microwaved.
So I'd best close with a poem I built, although I haven't built it yet; but I wanted to write a certain type of poem, so let's see how it goes:
My body is singing out a tune
Feeling bromantic as a full moon
My body sings to you
Speaking in riddles and runes
Everywhere I see a trace
In a dance and a dream
Seeing your smiling face
Like a lighthouse beam
Yuck, that's going to take a bit more than I've got at this point, but if at first one doesn't fricassee, fry fry a hen. Smooches, Z
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Dreams and Schemes
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Dec 19, 2011 4:57 pm
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Life 'tis what happens whilst one 'tis making other plans … so goes the lyrics of a John Lennon tune; and life 'tis one of those things that 'tis hard to plan for, because there are so many thing to contend with that after a whilst it kinda 'tis like how a one-legged man in a butt kickin' contest invariable ends up far from where he started.
Dreams and schemes of mice and men … so I guess that the missive of Monsieur J-Len 'tis that we don't need to make plans, 'cuz they won't happenstance. Butt that's actually not moi interpretation, 'cuz e'en though plans don't always come off, they at least serve as a way to get oot oot and aboot. And a good eggzample o' dat 'tis ole Chris Columbus, who planned to find a route to India and would up in New York City, California - and e'en though it wasn't what he wanted to find, he was delighted that there were plenty of rent bois avail, and thought it was a pretty awesome place, so why should he boo-hoo-hoo all the way back to Canookia? His motto was "save da drama for thee trauma mama, yah!"
So there's a bit of a ZillStory lesson for ya'll, and no worries if'n you're not payin' attention, 'cuz there won't be a pop quiz, 'cuz the Zill doesn't thunk there's a whole latte value in being able to memorize the odd fact here and there - though it might be of some value to be able to know who, what or where the facts came from and why they're there in the first place. All of moi facts come from the ZillaFACTory, and there are several FACTions of these dream making machines all o'er the world. We also manuFACTure rent bois and house bois, but they're a heckuva lot more expensive than the ones that ole Chris C. rented once upawn a thyme.
Anywho, this bolg post has been brung to youse by Tully's Venti Americano; and this 'tis the first time I've tried such a concoction, 'cuz Starbucks and PEETs 'tis usually how I roll; but I gotta say, I kinda like 'er, and it seems to get the ZillaBrain goin' ass well ass the o'ers, though I'll let you draw your own Confucius as to that conclusion and confusion 'cuz I trust your little grey cells are up to da task if'n you could riddle through this far, rockstar. Smooches, Z
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half Sunday half Monday
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Dec 19, 2011 12:48 pm
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'Tis the end of Sunday 'round 11 of the cock in the evening; and 'tis been an active Sunday in which I ran, cycled, blogged, watched a movie and baked a half a batch of molasses cookies - and I ate half of the half-batch. So 'twas a nice Sunday, and I am feeling worn down but with a lingering afterglow of all the activity.
Speaking of which, a friend and I were talking about exercise and whatnot and we were both lamenting we weren't in better shape. From her perspective, she thought I had no problem, and from moi perspective I thought she had no problem - and it later occurred to moi that neither of us have anything to complain about, 'cuz if I weren't in as good a shape as I am, I'd wanna be in as good a shape as I am. I was also thinking about running and wondering what the point 'tis of trying to run 10 or so miles - because how often 'tis one actually required to run that far?
But of course, the benefits of running have little if anything to do with being able to run a certain distance, because for moi running 'tis more of a mental boost; and of course being in shape makes everyday daily activities easier.
"My heart's a stereo; it beats for you so listen close ... make me your radio; turn me up when you feel blue ... sing along to my stereo … I wish I'd written those lyrics, but I didn't; 'tis a tune on the radio and I don't know the name, so if youse do fill moi in like sin, yin. Ugh, the problem with some radio stations tis they don't tell youse what the names of tunes are, and that makes Zill = the sad.
Anywho, as I referred to earlier, I watched a movie, and 'tis called "Bridesmaids." Those involved with this movie made much of the fact that 'tis not a chick flick, but it sure as hell seemed like a chick flick; but 'twas a good chick flick, although like most comedies it fell apart as things went on and the end wimped out.
So there's a bit of a stigma with chick flicks, because most of 'em are gawdawful; but most movies are gawdawful, and I tend to like all kinds of movies, but only a select few of each kind. But there 'tis a thought that genre movies are judged by their worst and more prestigious movies are judged by their best even though there's as many blecchy prestige flicks.
More lyrics to a tune that I love but don't know the title: "Oh sometimes I get a good feeling; I get a feeling that I've never never never had before [followed by rapping] …" Again, the DJ doesn't realise that I'm clueless - what a flockhead!
Oh, I bought a pair of slippers [raises eyebrown] which I s'pose means that I've finally fully embedded moiself into late-stage middle age. Slippers! What'll it be next, a cardigan? Actually, a younger friend of mine bought hisself a cardigan, and I was thinking that at some point I otter exchange moi hoodies for a cardigan; and o' course the Zill without a hoodie 'tis preposterous - PREPOSTEROUS! So 'twill have to be a hooded cardigan if'n this exchange e'er takes place, and I've actually seen such an article of clothing.
Anywho, I'm in the mood to close this beach with a poem, and I think that writing poems has similarities to running in terms of how both are art forms that allow expressing oneself; and both efforts yield results which are hopefully beautiful. So a poem:
All you lovers
waiting after the flash of a dream
All you lovers
running in an unpainted scheme
All you lovers
romances on silky frayed high wires
All you lovers
winding through a path of briars
I think that one of moi biggest limitations with poetry is that 'tis that I'm not really emotionally involved when writing 'em; but that's not surprising, because 'tis hard to be emotionally involved when one 'tisn't really comfy with writing poems, and 'twill come with practice - at least if moi experiences in doing other stuff 'tis any indication.
YAWN! I've written moiself almost into slumberland and 'tis about 3 minutes 'till midnight, so The Zill should get some beauty rest lest he dissolves into a zillion shards of unawesomeness. Smooches, Z
So now 'tis just after noon of the cock, and the sun has made an appearance in Seattle. And I seem to have gotten a bit allergic to the sun, 'cuz I was sneezy sneezy sneezy, but 4tunately I always have a pair o' sunglasses handy, natch. Anywho, here's a pic that I took the other day of the Space Needle; I've been making a movie with these pics, and it turns out there's effects that can be added, and it makes the blurry pics look fairly awesome; and hence the pics that were mistakes have turned into happy accidents, which 'tis kinda like an accidental bromance: butt that's another story, morning glory. Smooches, Z
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SupreSunday Zill
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Dec 18, 2011 1:09 pm
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'Twas a rough start to the day, 'cuz the ZillaBod wasn't feelin' up a run this morning; so I did some stretching, got geared up - tights, tight shorts on top of that and a red running shirt - and hit the trail; sometimes the act of gearing up 'tis enough to be moi mojo go-going, but it didn't take today.
Howev, I ran to Gasworks Park and was decided whether or not to turn 'round and go home, but decided to keep on keepin' on; and at some point it all went moi way and was a YAY!
So I stopped off at Trader Joe's near the end o' the run, and the hottie clerk was there and eyeballing moi - at least I flattered moiself with thinkin' so, and I love those lingering looks, 'cuz the eyes have it. So back to the ZillaCondo; wash out moi runnin' clothes by hand; hang 'em up to dry; build some coffee; nuke a bit of oatmeal; grab an apple - and now 'tis time to get busy cyclin' moi booty oot oot and aboot.
I'm in a sexy mood for whate'er reason, and am making plans to see K-Rex; R-Rex 'tis in Californication for a bit, so that's not going to happenstance for a while; and the French stewardess 'tisn't 'round; butt 'tis good to be happy with what's avail, 'cuz that's what there 'tis.
Oh, I rediscovered the joys of radio whilst running, 'cuz I got tired o' the Bee Gees cassette; and I found a modern station that I'd listened to whilst driving with R-Rex, and it occurs to moi that I actually love lots of new stuff - which 'tis usually not the case 'cuz I'm always about 10 or 20 years behind the times; but perhaps these modern times are awesome, so that's cool.
And that's today's post; so hope all o' youse are having a supergr8awesome Sunday or whate'er day 'tis, and cum again, Z
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Parts is Parts
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Dec 17, 2011 11:38 am
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Going into the wayback machine, there was a commercial from a fast food place about how how a rival builds chicken nuggets out of everything but the pecker [which 'tis actually cut off at birth] and the catch-phrase 'twas "parts is parts."
So I was thinking about this idea vis-a-vis what ole Eeb would call ManLove or I'd call Bromance, 'cuz bascially most guys have the same parts; and all things being equal a part 'tis a part, 'tis it naught
Yet Chris Meloni's parts inspire different thought for moi than Regis Philbin's parts, so what's up with that
Anywho, there's a case that our preferences are partially culturally conditioned, 'cuz in some places older folks are seen as desirable, but in places such as the U.S. youth 'tis the ideal.
But regardlest o' whate'er society deems the most awesome sexellent, many o' us have preferences that fall outside the range o' what 'tis considered ideal; and 'tis the case for moi that personality and chemistry often trumps looks.
So that's what's on moi scrambled tofu today: just lookin' for clues at the scene o' the crime. I'm downtown Seattle in Starbucks having a Venti Americano, and 'tis chilly chilly chilly outside, but warm inside, so a raise o' the paper mug to youse, Z
Vis-a-vis the image: I am wearing the top half of this outfit, and had on tights earlier; but I've had to cut back on the amount of time I wear tights, 'cuz it turns out they dry moi skin out  But no worries, I gots plenty o' lotion 
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Christmas Time 'tis Here If You Want It
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Dec 16, 2011 5:25 pm
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I logged back online after posting two posts, and was looking for some new posts from the bloggers that I read, and alas there were none; and many o' the ones I read have been less than prolific lately, so I'll just have to post yet another ZillaBlawg3-D.
I am in Starbucks and there 'tis a cute guy who is just at this moment walkign out the door; and now he's gone.
Anywho, there 'tis Christmas music playin' o'er the speakers, and I'm the sorta critter who loves the Christmas tunes that I love and loathes the Christmas tunes that I loathe. And there's really no rhyme nor reason why I like some and diss o'ers. One of moi faves 'tis the opening tune from Charlie Brown Christmas, 'cuz it has a sad wistful quality, and there's nothing like that quality.
I can't think of a novelty tune I actually like, 'cuz Grandma gittin runned down by reindeers makes moi wanna start a group called ZARRF: Zilla Against Reckless Reindeer Flying.
And o' course I like the Stevie Nicks version o' "Silent Night," even though the tune 'tis kinda blecchy; and I also like Elton John and Paul Macca's Christmas tunes, which are awesomely corny and understandbly despised by the better element.
Oh, and another of moi faves 'tis John and Yoko's "Happy Christmas: War Is Over." I love the guilt trippy half baked politics of it all, and this tune makes me wish I'd been in NYC when John and Yoko rented a billboard and put up a sign reading "WAR IS OVER" in large font, with "IF YOU WANT IT" in smaller font underneath, with "Happy Christmas from John & Yoko" in smaller font on the bottom of the sign o' thee times.
Anywho, I think that Elvis 'tis the creature who 'tis singing a tune called "Here Comes Santa Clause" at this veddy moment; I'm not much of a fan of his or the tune, so whate'er ... I did like the Beach Boys version of "Little Saint Nick" though - although I kinda wished the Beach Boys were cuter - but whatev.
So there's a few of moi fave tunes, and if'n youse want youse can share yours or make fun o' moi choices. And in the spirit of the season, Isle upload one of moi 'elf' photos, although I don't make as awesome an elf as Will Ferrel 
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Rock and Roll N-Word
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Dec 16, 2011 2:30 pm
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So yesterdaze I cut and pasted the lyrics of a tune by Patti Smith called "Rock and Roll N-Word" in a comment and it wasn't actually called that, because it contained the actual N-word; and I suspected that it might be deleted by the powahs that be, 'cuz that sort of language 'tis unacceptable.
So then, as most of youse know I'm the sorta critter who doesn't have a problemo with fowl language, although I don't think it otter be used in such sacred places as a shopping mall or Injun Casino, 'cuz there's a time and place for everything.
Anywho, Ms. Smith 'tis in good company for using the N-Word, 'cuz John Lennon also used it in "Woman is the N-Word of the World" - and 'tis funny to thunk that if he were alive today he'd be nicknamed Jo-Len.
So I'm the sorta critter who thunks that banning words gives 'em more power than they otter have; kinda like how banning sex booze and drooogzzz have given them more power than they otter have instead o' approachin' 'em in a less shrieky and more matter of fact sorta way.
Regardlest, I've no problemo with folks using whate'er language they wanna use, and the N-Word can be used to denigrate or illustrate or something else that ends with 'ate,' mate. So for your perusal and amusal I've composed a poem featuring the N-Word, because if'n we have to use the dang thing we may as well love it:
N-word: you are so neutral
nothing to offend one or all
N-Word: bland and boring
you should go out whoring
N-Word: you remind me of me
don't you agree?
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