Glamourama
I should erase everything I posted prior to this because it became weird, and was only half-heartedly me. A half hearted effort on my part. There was no humor, just insane insights, and what I now consider vague and detached, hyper romantivity.It actually makes me want to vomit in retrospect, but my obsession with evolution is too great, and some part of me likes the torture in acknowledging from whence I came. No trade in gore, for glamour.
My publicist, if I had one, would trash it, tell me to buy a dog and play more frisby on the beach, then I could be photographed as real. Here lie, real pictures of me.
However, let's just say I'm not in touch with that perspective, but let me please offer: if my blog, on this internet, were a wall or a house or something tangible instead of technological space, it would have been vandalized, with red paint.
Thus, it remains, a somewhat horrific monument.
Clean air future, please.
posted by Alectrocution @ 6:47:00 PM
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