Her day? It's day?Įverything has to fall blue or red, and I think that's stupid when we got a bunch of purple people walking around. Sorry, God. Wouldn't want to lowercase your sky savior - I'm sure with everything going on, that would be the thing that ruined his day. Or we're fighting that pansy bullshit with god. More likely, just another confused bag of blood and bones.Įveryone is an expert now, I know. Maybe it's waiting to be made into a puppet. The one that never leaves the sock drawer. What I do know, I have tucked away into the folds of my mind, like a mended sock. To tell you the truth, I don't really know that much about it. Don't worry about what the other humans think of you. If you stand under a tree canopy, looking up, you have already done more with your day than most of us do. By the same token, you shouldn't be shocked when your cousins talk shit about you behind your back. You shouldn't be surprised when a mosquito bites you. This is you thumbing your nose at the universe, saying try me. These are the things that an overactive brain creates. Thing is, you're probably also pretty smart. You judge others because your brain tells you to. You hide the way you're broken because owning it would make you vulnerable. You fear people seeing the soft parts of you. You crave love or drugs or fear or adrenaline. We have a poker face for the world, but it is a mask covering sickness. I'm not lazy I'm writing my thesis on stagnation.Įveryone has something they don't want to talk about. I'm not crazy I have a vivid imagination.
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