Life tinted view... Your narrow-mindedness may force you to categorize me, but my mere existence surpasses everything of which you are aware. You ask how my day was. Do you really care? Or would it please you more to assume that it was great? Superficial responses ignite within you a sense that we are bonding. You ask what I am thinking--though to think that you would fully comprehend is almost absurd. Just accept me for who I am, and we can run together
FEEL.LIVE.CREATE
To my parents I was not yet a concept. Nineteen years, six months, 12 days, however many hours ago...and add nine months for the pregnancy and another few days for my lil sperm to kick it with my egg... and however long it takes the sperm to go through its process travelling through the vas deferens or whatever they call it. That's something they discuss in bio lecture, but I wouldn't know cuz I never went.
But back to my creation... What was I? A bad dream? One too many drinks? A hit on the crack pipe? Or just a broken condom? Pssh... If they even used birth control, who knows? People do stupid things when they're young and in love. Or horny But whatevers. Out bounced a healthy lil baby girl. Born a FOB. Hangook pride. Became twinkified with a hint of chocolate mousse. I call it being versatile.
Fuck with meeh, I dare you.
SMILE!
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