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PEOPLE ARE FUCKING IDIOTS, ALL YAHOOS. ALL WAYS. myself included! though, some, like myself and others, are alright.
I don't know how to approach this part, with accuracy, what would you like to know?
i'm open minded, love crime watch
I'll be the smoothest, modest, most sincere anti-socialite you'll encounter, ever,
I'm a risk taker, I don't mind challenges, I'm sometimes over dramatic, over analitical, over estimating, and over the top.
of what, though? life has no limitations or boundaries, unless somebody says that there are boundaries and limitations to what you, me, anything and everybody can do, or undo.
I'd rather be too cold thn be too hot, I layer my clothing when I decide to get dressed or am required to be dressed in more than just my skin, I love human bodies, beautiful ones, stupid ugly gross ones, whatever, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, like, the sexiest people of this world are probably the most vain, superficial beings, which is a turn off, I think. I don't like hearing about peoples stupid drama, like if...IF there is importance to is. by all means, let people know how you feel.
but really, I won't really give a damn,
Everybody hurts sometime, most more than others, some, hardly at all. those are the unlucky ones though, i love making mistakes for then i know that once whatever it wass that was wrongfully done, wont be a reaccuring mistake. life lessons happen every second out of any classroom.
My favourite thing, without question, is that 'heavy gut' feeling in the stomach, like when i spot something so beautiful, i want to become it. I think about how my life would be, if I were that. I get that feeling when I'm guilty of something, too. Almost like eyes soaking of tears, it's natural, and I love it.
and even a couragous act, liike jumping 150' into the deep blue of a nice fresh lake, oh that slump feeling in my stomach, never gets old. Probably the only unaging thing of my body,
I rarily use shampoo/conditioners for my hair, like every other shower, sure, but I don't like that silky, smooth feeling of my hair, mind you, I love finger combing/caressing hair, giving and recieving, skin touching skin, light scratches down my back, down hers, not that common these days, though.
When the power goes out or if I feel like leaving electricity alone, I become engulfed in the eagle eye pounding of my fingertips on my typewriter, if a monkey can do it, absolutely, i can too. I'm a doodle master, love making ministrip comics, which I often toss in my recycling bin.
I think aloud, mostly, you can't read my thoughts, but i'll let you hear them; mind you, it's a twisted macabre love story soaked with fantasy and science fiction and a twist of foreign affairs,
