I can't figure out what inspires or motivates me to do anything other than a purely spontaneous decision on what I want at that moment. I've been living this way for a while. I've been pretty happy too.


cornerswho was that? out of the corner of my eye the figment of my imagination are they real? why do I imagine them? who is it? and what do they want to tell me? are they murderers? are they friends? are they ghosts? I can't wait for that day when I meet the person that sneaks in the corner of my eye.corners
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she's an artist, a painter actually.
see that 'smile' on her face?
well it's her most famous peice.
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