It means I’d have to be naked, I’d be okay with being naked, if people were okay with it, here comes the hiding.
Hiding what you know kills. Makes it syntethic, everybody’s fucking everybody. You cowards.
Jokes, don’t worry.
I hope to make more fun things. Things that are flirtatious with life. I though about Van Gogh, he said he wants people to say “He feels deeply” or whatever the fuck, me I’d just be happy if I was happy looking at the things I made, they soothed me, made me giggle, smile, or excite me, rarely made me cry if possible.
Looking at people. I respect the nice ones, and the alive ones. Both together is ideal, met someone who’s almost like that.
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