i spent my entire last year forcing UN identifiable negative thoughts down my dry throat . first i felt that she knew nothing about the word data or and. anything that wasn't globally justifying didn't matter. in a way this threatened me. she would say things like this isn't a nationwide youth trend this is a root in time. i would be sitting there thinking sleep. anyone who doesn't believe in free rice dot com doesn't believe in me. and ever since then i noticed myself failing miserably. last night i felt different. as i was sitting between the conversation of four Italian speakers i saw myself reflecting on a poem titled "be me or be yourself" i never heard of it before, but made it up to fill my mood, with good thoughts, on the positive effects of language barriers.
november eighth 2 thousand seven,
yesterday as he was taking a crap, i hoped on his computer entered his inbox and read what the popular cultures been warning me about.
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carla, if there's something about you, its that you're the master of puppets
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