E.R.L.

Arga warga

I hate tulips. They’re like the rich preppy kids of nature.

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Preteen dreemz.

Preteen dreemz.

napkin presents.

You luuuuuuuv me.

You luuuuuuuv me.

Born, never asked

It was a large room. Full of people. All kinds.
And they had all arrived at the same buidling
at more or less the same time.
And they were all free. And they were all
asking themselves the same question:
What is behind that curtain?

You were born. And so you’re free. So happy birthday.

- Laurie Anderson

hi

hi

Mirror

Masks come off, reflection fades.

. Everything changes. Everything is the same.

Last night I woke up.
Saw this angel.
He flew in my window.
And he said: Girl, pretty proud of yourself, huh?
And I looked around and said: Who me?
And he said: The higher you fly, the faster you fall.
He said:
Send it up.
Watch it rise.
See it fall.
Gravity’s rainbow.
Send it up.
Watch it rise.
See it fall.
Gravity’s angel.

(Laurie Anderson)

The worl is ful of things waiting to happen. Thats the meat and boan of it right there. You myt think you can jus go here and there doing nothing. Happening nothing. You cant tho you bleeding cant. You put your self on any road and some thing wil show its self to you. Wanting to happen. Waiting to happen. You myt say, ‘I dont want to know.’ But 1ce its showt its self to you you wil know wont you. You cant not know no mor. There it is and working in you. You myt try to put a farness be twean you and it only you cant becaws youre carrying it inside you. The waiting to happen aint out there where it ben no more its inside you.

—Riddley walker