I’m not going to let you walk all over me. I’m not going to be your daily gossip. And I am not going to be the next story on the bathroom wall. why ? Because I wont tell you anything that you need to know to tear me down. I have the strangest thoughts and if you opened my head up you would probably find a ghost,a chair,silly putty,and a bottle of water. Open up the little box that I live in light a match and watch what i am doing.Then pick me up,put me in your pocket and show me to all the village kids. Let's just say, when people are wondering what clothes to wear this weekend, im thinking about how its weird we eat through holes in our faces and how a mess of squishy pinkness in our heads makes us think.

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