Woul yo di fo m?
I lov yo mor tha tim itsel.
Ar thei cloud abov yo o angel? I loo u an se nobod bu mysel. S I loo aroun m. An i no peopl I se, it animal, horse, dog, deer, an las nigh i sa a se dol. Tha i wha I wan t b. A anima. Somethin tha doesn' questio o philosophis, somethin complet. Rea you ow blo. Rea you ow blo. I d, an I se somethin incomplet. Ou histor is insan, our live ar infeste wit Sata o whateve yo wan t cal i.
Anima don' giv a shi, the woul ea eac othe an no thin an wors o themselve. W excus the fo i t, becaus w se the a stupi, an unknowin.
O a si not, d anima g t hel? I the don' it make the muc mor fortunat tha us. W g t hel.
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I love to live, and the fragments just make life more exciting! I will do anything and go anywhere and be anything and fuck you Mrs Vellupalai! I am sooo impenatrable. Ask me, I'll do it. I have no limits. That's not true, i want to save face, so if it's embarassing I won't do it. But i want to do it! So... Tell me it's ok and I will do it.
Some people proclaim themselves as unstable, but not me. I am soooo stable, I am a flat line, but a high one, my face stays still but i am a child in a candy store. I dream the most unimaginable things!
Some people call that arrogance. Can you fucking belive that? Arrogant?! I can kill myself, I can censor my thoughts with Jesus, I can shut the fuck up. But I can't say I'm good at anything, I can't like myself.
I like other people too. People are so cool lately, it's as if they are trying to prove my dismissal of them wrong with their layers. They have so many layers, more than a million onions. And they do things I can't, thats cool. Thats groovy. I'm having so much fun. I'm so god damn young.
I COULD BOUNCE OFF THE MMMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG walls.
So fuck you Vellupalai, I'm having life.
There is so much WRONG with me.
I'm bouncing off the walls
I'm bouncing off the walls
I'm bouncing off the walls
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Sally Mann:
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