Stay or go. The choice is yours.
Always.
“Getting it” won’t do, won’t keep your bike straight.
I had to go to the ROM today for school to view an exhibition I have to write a review on. Discusting. What I don’t want to do, I can’t do, because I’m not okay with my body dripping down by body until there’s nobody and my head falls down.
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I continue to make it.
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I am a morning person. Granted, I’m also very much an evening person. It Depends…
Sometimes I am so excited about the morning that in the evening I make coffee and put it in the fridge so when I rise I can just add soy milk and suck it through a straw. I love drinking out of straws but until a few days ago, didn’t keep any in the house. Yesterday, at a dollar store buying knitting needles, I also purchased a zillion striped bendable straws for I bet you can guess how much.
Also, my black dress, while only an eighth complete, is already looking fantastic. So cozy to be in but so sexy to look at because of its design. The design being as little design as possible, merely following the smooth long lines of female form. Incredibly minimal, which always gets my vote. I hope to make a commercial for the dress as the first item in my design line. I spent hours upon hours yesterday without the usual break every two hours hours that I usually require in similar creative type endeavours. Granted, I was also watching Felicity. My (now not so) secret favorite show ever.
This is a picture of my half sister given to me yesterday by my father, Richard Larratt. I’m assuming she’s playing chess with one of her half brothers or her father. She is a “model”. EDIT: My mother says this is not my half sister.
She has the soft feminine beauty that I certainly do not.
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I can
burn with need.
At the same time
I don’t need much.
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Press below or press this.
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I don’t like my phone. I don’t have any problems with your phone.
It’s not about what happens after I pick up. The conversation might bore me, which is uncomfortable, but not unbearable. It’s about the time before I pick up. The unknown. The potential interference, the uninvited involvement.
I can’t have any external references and influences. How else will I contribute something truly original. How else will I become who I am?
I can’t tell any stories but my own so you can’t teach me much. Even the stories I read are by people telling their story, which is preferably similar to my own. I know what I know, and it all comes from inside, not outside. The problem is that my world and the world are so different.
I’m finding a place where I fit, where it and I can play, exchanging brains for bucks.
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All I want to do is make videos again. School’s eating my time. I should try, for real, to be an artist.
Just invite me to live for free I’m already telling you yes.
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