April 19, 2009

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  I've never understood pictures such as those (forgive me iconsatmidnight, if you happen to stop by; nothing against you). "Look! It's beautiful and happy and perfect." I've never understood the appeal in such things.

  I like cloudy, windy days, where the scent of air is heavy and the actual precipitation is light enough.

  I like sad songs, questioning and shaking with emotion, as if the soul could save the mind.

  I like the damaged objects which have faced so much wear and tear and still maintain in one piece. Objects which tell more story than they can actually say.

  I like greasy skin, pasty and pale complexion, an awkward figure, and a weight that can't stay constant.

   

  "Perfection" is over-rated. The immperfect are far more interesting and varying. Why be boring?

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

  Alright, so the above isn't entirely accurate. I love the sun dearly and good sunny days are rare to come by. And as much as sad songs are wonderful, that's obviously not near to all I listen to. Let's be honest, I'm so in-between on all things, how could I love one thing without the other? But you get the point I was making. Fuck what the world thinks.

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