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I painted my nails again today. A bright color. Every time I look down at my hands, I feel so happy. I did it all by myself today. I put on my jeans today. My jeans with my hands. My bright hands. My fingernails are growing long though. They are turning old. But, my jeans don't have any rips in them. I bought them like that. Rip free. I tied up my hair today. All by myself. I usually wear it down because it makes me look older. I don't want to be looking young. I don't want to look too old either. Hold on! I have to pull up my pants. There we go. My brain pulsed earlier. Earlier today. I felt it against my skull. It could have been a headache. Or, it could have been that thing that comes and goes again. When you feel out of yourself. And your brain is trying to pour out of your ears. Onto a big bright plate. With a knife and fork. And you can eat that good stuff! I did that once. I felt weird. Like I was saying weird shit and I felt so many "What the hells" and "What the fucks" around me. But, that is what happens when you paint those nails bright and grow them too long and maybe expose yourself. But, the two are unrelated. The moral of the story: If you are someone who doesn't say please and thank you... If you are someone who prefers Italian food over Mexican... If you don't like to travel... beware. Your brains will be eaten.