Kinkos, that's original.

I want you to like me, and so I adapt to my surroundings. I try to pretend that I’m just like them, but I have no desire to be. I look like them, and I act like them, but I don’t feel like they do. I don’t think I can stand the fallacy of life these days. No one is real or resembles unique. No one, not you, nor I, can truly say that we are originals. We are all just dittos that were created from a source. It’s an error in truth to assume that individuals are in fact individual. Who’s to say that there isn’t an exact replica of me somewhere on the face of the earth. Hell, there might be several.. The Earth is a vast planet that is home to millions of life forms, and who’s to say that my soul is not a copy. It’s as if God got lazy, and whipped out his soul-copying machine, and scattered the beings across the land.It's like a Kinko's in heaven...that's original.