and we are immortalized in stories of sense, and sapid sensuality
sometimes when i'm staring at these boxes where i'm expected to say things about myself i blink. because i mean, what the hell do other people care to know about you? how do you know they care at all?i don't.
and i don't like risking things like that, but since it's here.
music is everything to me in ways that force human language further and further into the recesses of my mind in favor of other people's sounds.
i live in louisiana.
my favorite band is tool.
i hate british/"correct"/UK/australian/whatever else spelling (in other words if you spell words like "color" with a U or you spell realize and recognize with an S, I don't like it).
I am a single nerve ending; my world is made of reactions, of emotions. The only thing that matters to me is how something makes me feel. If I like how it makes me feel, that makes it good by my definition.
Drugs make me feel good. Other people's scars make me feel good. Music makes me feel everything. The smell of certain colognes, perfumes, flowers, the smell of Scotch tape, of brand new books and notebooks makes me feel good. The way a thick new book, yet to make that cracking, sifting sound of fresh pages being split apart and devoured, makes me feel good.
Logic, rational thought, societal definitions of 'good'/'bad' -- if they don't feel good to me they have no place in my world, in my life, in my head.
I'm not gay, I'm pansexual.
I'm transgender-- FTM. I'm a boy with a c**t and breasts, I was born that way and as far as I know I probably won't be changing that, except to get a mastectomy and remove all traces of every childbearing apparatus because no, I don't think getting married and having kids is The Dream. I don't like kids and I don't like marriage. I want to have a lover and make love and/or memories in a hotel or some other place in every place I visit.
I'm a nerve ending. Spark me.
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I haven't done anything. There's always tomorrow though, so whatever. I just need to read approx. 270 more pages to finish this book and check for suspicious moles.
I have. We bought these Gala that were 1.57$ a pound and each apple weighs about ~pound each. I can hardly get through one, they're freakish and juicy delicious.
I'm totally awesome now though
thanks