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[carcrashlove___]

its odd how things get the way they are. its like, no one else would ever understand whats going on without months, practically years of background information that can never ever be fully explained. i am only one person, but you my dear. you are many. there are extenuating circumstances to the situations we get ourselves into. so many tangents, so many cosines. you exist on more than one plane. four dimensional hypercube. that movie? only saw the first twenty minutes of it. i dont mind you, in fact i like it. i like the way you stand, i like the way you talk on the phone, im glad you got back around to us. but it seems like everytime we get around to eachother, the whole world walks out. but its okay. because i think i would take you over all the rest of them. and the rest of it. leave the one thing, steal the rest. i want to know what the rest of the world thinks too. if i could be anything, i think i would want to be third person omniscient. but i double check that thought because i get hurt to easy.

ill forget about you.
ill forget your name.
ill forget your face.
ill forget all about you.

art. art. art. i like art class. it makes me feel better. its somewhere i can go and let go of everything thats around me. plus i like to color. things progress slowly. things come together in the end. i want to read. i want to draw. i want to dance. i want to be something else. i want to be a secular, nonspiritual reformation. humanist, individualist, secularist built upon strong economical and political foundations.
the italian renaissance is happening inside my head.
the italian renaissance is happening inside my body.
i am the italian renaissance.