I listened, I listened, I listened, I listened. It wasn't pleasant.
You still fell away. You never gave me what I asked for and I'm not delighted.
I'm not an artist. I don't want to be one...I don't think. There are advantages to not knowing anything, yet I feel such an annoying need to know it all. Has anyone ever told you that you were strange? I don't want that to be a compliment or to hear it anymore.
I often think about what my life would have been like if my family never moved to North Carolina and I had grown up in Texas. Would I be the same stranger that I am now? Would I still think wheat 'n' chedder crackers and diet coke is a perfect snack?
If you're not sure you should tell me something then don't. It's not my business. I don't want to know. I love information, but not about your life. Well, there are a few people that I want to know absolutely everything about.
A+B=b
To see animals in their natural environment is beautiful and makes me philosophical and calm. To see people in their natural environment is usually a bummer.
Is it possible for anyone to ever truly and completely understand anything, or do humans live in a constant state of ignorance? Probably the latter. We think we are so brilliant and above any kind of authority or accountability. That makes me laugh. Humans are so ridiculous.
I want to be an anointer. I want to be everywhere and dust. If I could put on the perfect show it would have two bearded women and no intermission. No time for foolishness.
It has nothing to do with you. Don't make it. Don't use it. Don't encourage it. Stay away until you're not so fleshen.
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