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Okay, obviously if I were the best at everything, I'd also be so charming that you wouldn't hate me for it.
I would have a house in a hilly, wooded, rural region, maybe in the Ohio Valley, and I could control the climate on my property so that some I could grow all kinds of different plants--mango trees, papayas, lemons, cherries, apples, corn, and on and on. I would have children. I would write poetry and novels and critics would hardly be able to restrain their glee over my genius. I'd put out my own records Jandek stylee and only two people would know that it was me. I'd have a horse, and that's how would get places--just park my horse in front of the movie theater. And my horse wouldn't have wings, but she could fly to England, Italy, France, where I'd spend some time from time to time. I would have a treehouse that I'd sleep in sometimes. I would sell cookbooks full of the recipes I've written. I would either have a husband who lived next door, or I would have absolutely no reservations about not having a romantic relationship. I would be fluent in no fewer than half a dozen languages.
And I'd have Cher's wardrobe. |
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