Day after day you watch the sun rise in the east, pass across the sky, then sink in the west, and something breaks inside you and dies. You throw your plough aside and, your head completely empty of thought, you begin walking toward the west. Heading toward a land that lies west of the sun. Like someone possessed, you walk on, day after day, not eating or drinking, until you collapse on the ground and die. That's hysteria siberiana.
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I am an nineteen-year-old college student who is currently attending the University of Virginia. I enjoy reading, writing, intelligence, and sarcasm. My goals in life include being a successful swindler, a professional liar, and maybe someone you could bring home to meet mom with.
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Sylvia Plath, Haruki Murakami, Franz Kafka, Kurt Vonnegut, Ernest Hemingway, Oscar Wilde, Thomas Hardy, William Shakespeare, John Milton, William Blake, F. Scot Fitzgerald, T.S. Eliot, Jack Kerouac, Virginia Woolf, William Faulkner.
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