Friday, February 19, 2010
Oh, Im Sorry...
Didn't anyone tell you there's no referee in art? I'm laughing so hard. Dude. My milkshake just did a money shot through my nose. You are sorta sexy when you yell "Offsides!" like that in the prison yard. It's only prison rape until the guy kisses back. Watch now. Oh! Dayum!! There he goes...
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You are absolutely wonderful! Your mind amazes and confounds me. xo
Hehe.
You're kind.
I talk to myself a lot.
If there's no referee how come I have this whistle round my neck.
I think I like to lecture myself and then lecture myself for lecturing myself.
But don't we all?
I have an internal narrative going on in my brain at most times. It's not been on as much now that I'm interacting with people more in group. I'm making real friends now! Not that my cyber friends aren't real (they're the best I've ever had) like my parents tend to think. I kinda miss that dialogue that used to run through my brain. I actually miss it a lot.
I'm interested in the various editors over our internal narratives.
Who are they?
How did they get there?
Why are they wearing those funny hats?
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