There is alot of good in this world. I wonder how long I've been walking around with my eyes closed and arms folded defensively. When you finally breathe it all in, it's an influx of emotions and sensations and incredible beauty. There is still bad, hurt exists and it is always painful, heartache remains prominent, and money will always be the devil's advocate. But somewhere folded in the inbetweens, there remains so much more.
I still force people to tell me I'm pretty when I'm drunk, I think I am very persuasive about it until I hear about it the morning after. I won't lie if I think you're ridiculously good looking, I'll tell you and make you agree with me. Quote you song lyrics that are jumbled but heartfelt, and talk in a terrible New York accent, splashed colorfully with obscenities. I will always fuss over my hair, always.
I will cry alot. I will throw a fit that would easily best a 2 year old. I will get defensive, and admit that while I am prolific, I sometimes prefer to remain naive. I will never be a good singer, and you will have to kindly remind me of this from time to time. I will forever long for adventure. I have to stop every 30 seconds to take a picture. No matter where we are. I fear one day my memory will fail me, and I want it all captured...every single moment.
I get so mad at injustice, I get violently upset at the idea religion, I hate politics. I don't know what good art is, I just know what I find to be aesthetically pleasing. I read Kafka but I also indulge in Stephen King.
I am just what I am. Sometimes I smoke alot, sometimes not at all. I am the guy's guy, but I have nice legs and a pretty mouth. I laugh wildly and loudly and about everything.
It is.
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