I'm special and pretty and my shit smells like roses. Flowers spring up where I walk and Cherubs sing a special soundtrack to my day. When I wake up in the morning woodland creatures gather around to see the spectacle that is me. Do not, for your own sake, gaze upon me too long. For once you see how completely perfect I am in every way, you will have no choice but to do yourself an injury lest you contaminate me with your mediocrity.
When I'm not busy being more radical than you, I spend the rest of my time sucking at life. I just moved to Kittery, ME. I'm just focusing on taking the next breath.
