I hate art. It's dead. Some wine-sipping trust fund bitches ruined it.
What else can I say? I am who I am...take it or leave it.
Being me.
I think I met her already.
However, it is always a pleasant surprise to meet new people who aren't total wastes of space.
Ones that involve underdogs, outcasts, basket cases, hopeless romantics, zombies, cowboys, and/or the mafia.
My television has a 16" screen, and collects dust with a vengeance.
I recently discovered the greatest book ever written:
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Few and far between.