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tell me a secret.
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[12 Oct 2007|01:51am] |
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MY NAME & ICONS MAY BE OFFENSIVE. THIS JOURNAL WILL HAVE CUSSING. I MAY POST PICTURES THAT INVOLVE SEXUAL CONTENT. THAT'S FINE. IF YOU HAVE AN ISSUE WITH IT, CONSIDER THIS YOUR WARNING. WHETHER OR NOT YOU CHOOSE TO MAKE DRAMA ABOUT MY ICONS, CHOICES, AND CONTENT IS ALL ON YOU. IT'S CALLED MATURITY. EVERYONE FUCKS. EVERYONE TRIES DIFFERENT THINGS. AND MOST CERTAINLY EVERYONE IS VULGAR. I JUST MAKE IT LOOK GOOD. IF YOU DON'T WANT TO ADD ME, DON'T. NO SWEAT OFF MY BACK. IF YOU WANT TOO, GREAT. MAKE SURE THAT YOU HAVE A STRONG STOMACH, A LOT OF PATIENCE, A SENSE OF HUMOR, AND THE ABILITY TO DEAL WITH ICONS THAT MAY INVOLVE ANAL, OR CUSS WORDS. I AIN'T NO BIBLE THUMPING BITCH, BUT I HAVE RESPECT. DON'T LET MY USERNAME OR ICONS FOOL YOU ABOUT WHO I AM. I JUST LIKE OBSCENE THINGS.
How do you recover a past that was never yours to lose?
You think you know the world you are living. If you can feel it, and touch it, and smell it, and taste it, then it must be so. You tell yourself that you would be your life on the simple fact that the sky is blue. And then one day someone comes along and informs you emphatically that you're wrong. Blue, you insist. Blue as the ocean. Blue as a whale. Blue as my daughter's eyes. But that person shakes his head, and everyone else backs him up. You poor girl, they say. All of those things---the ocean, the whale, her eyes---they're green. You've gotten them mixed up. You've had it wrong all along.
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