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2004-04-14 07:18:04 (UTC)

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I saw Gattaca again. I feel akin. Here I am. I am Vincent.
I am the one who is petending. I am not Vincent. I am
Jerome. I am Vincent pretending to be Jerome. I hide so
well. And make moronic acceptions like Amanda. Which still
isn't even the truth. Bastard.

I take it to extreme lengths like Jerome and Vincent. I
include everything so that it seems real. It must. You
can't lie without support, whether the support is false or
not. I make the support, just like they do. Jerome
supplies Vincent with the skin, blood, urine, and hair
samples, and assorted others. I am the supplier of that
such, those samples in the form of a materialistic lie. I
am not me. I am someone else. Someone much better. I am
not Vincent, the 99% probability of heart problems man
with no future. I am Jerome, the perfect man and 100%
healthy. I am Jerome, who received the silver, and wished
to die.

I don't want to die, of course. But the idea of his
thinking is similar. Why settle for anything less when
you're made for better? And seeing as I'm not as I wish,
like Vincent, I change, to become Jerome.

And here I am now.

Hello. My name is Marcshannon Brogan.
Hello. My name is Peter Jahrling.
Hello. My name is Jeremy Shea.
Hello. My name is Seth Revert.
Hello. My name is Nicademus White.

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