 Founding Member | she's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego
The only thing I'm sure of is that I'm experiencing life from birth to death with no stops on the way because life by definition is never still. What can I say? I know I somersaulted lazily and pleasantly through the void. I also know I'm a spoiled child, begging for a frightening but just Daddy to tell me exactly what to do. Like so many Americans, I am trying to construct a life that makes sense from things I find in gift shops. Otherwise, I'm a dull person but a sensational invitation to make babies. I always assumed I was an angel, but maybe I'm just some crazy lady who has wandered off the street and into this chat room and started explaining the mysteries of myself to all these other chat room people. Funny thing is, they believe me, although I am utterly mistaken about simply everything. Fact is, I won’t know myself until I find out whether life is serious or not. You know what? Pay no attention to me. I don't have the slightest idea what's really going on. So it goes... and so it does. |
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