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Edward Teller B. 1.15.1908 Budapest / D. 9.9.2003 Stanford, California Stroke
“Where am I hiding my self-hatred these days?” What an impudent question! Got a Geiger counter for these things and we’re getting a reading Please leave! in your living room What self-hatred under the rugs: are you talking about? Click click—you’ve been busy sweeping! Bad dreams can’t show. It’s a serious question: Are you even alive? At my best, never better. Although the other-you’s imagined thrive Maybe I’m peaking. the needle’s fixed in seizure at the red edge of not really. It just so happens that I have a tremendously rich and eventful inner life which is fed—prodigiously fed—by my life experiences. Against what enemies do you defend? Laughter. Silence. Light. Consolation Site: Homemade Fallout Meter
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