forcibly show teeth in a photographed images. curled as compared to clenched. if so much has to do with environment, a laugh and a smile wouldn't be the same two blocks down the road, five hundred feet up, or sixty degrees latitude. nobody invented hate.
example one:
in class when they speak of clevage cells, and draw a nearly divided cell, i laugh because they resemble breasts. then i look around at everyone else, and think, this is why i can't be a doctor, and everyone else here can because...well, i would be flicking someone's nipple during examination to loosen them up, and i would get sued and then i would end up in some apartment on the west side of town drinking old grand-dad with a five o-clock shadow crying myself to sleep amongst crumpled burger king wrappers, wondering what went wrong and why i can't "make anything of myself". so i just set my career goals low, while keeping my to do list at venturing in my town's stangel motel's attick and video taping what is inside of it, then leaving a set up of a satanic alter and some meat and eggs, hoping they will wonder what the smell is. they will send wanda to check it out, and she will have a near heart attack, and hopefully it will make the paper. if not someone's day.
the people closest to me believe i hate everything. they do not understand my passion for what is right, altrious, and my striving for truth. i understand the world is not built the way that i would like it, and it sure as hell won't either when i die. when did TRYING become an impossible notion, and why do you only try if you can save it all? why is talking about politics boring? or talking about the construct of society, and having a good conversation. revolution broke out in france and all over the world, becuase of the people who talked about the tyranny of the kings....i'm going to stay pissed off and you all are going to have to deal.
