I just want to listen to music through the headphones of the globe, I'll mix their screams with the cries of laughter. I'll cross over from obese greed and drown it in tragedy. I'll take one shot to a building and ignore the millions of bombs we drop to compensate for our more expensive lives. I'll bask in the glory of being able to eat the African families weight, malnourished and all. I'll parade around in clothes I don't need, expelling exhaust. "everything i could say would feed into insignificance"

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Santa Barbara Blondes

To: the invisible liberty of patronizing agony.
CC: the director of Self Pity.

We have not won, we have not lost, we are not done, but we must stop. It isn't anything personal, prejudice or purposely ridiculous. I am just sick of the strangeness and driven to madness by the boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, predictable, sameness.


p.s. "Life is a playground and I want someone to play with"

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