Who currently exists only in my imagination, and in my panic attacks. I never have to go through those alone, which is exciting. At the mall though, I was too busy feeling slightly sympathetic for all the Ashtons and ex-boyfriends of Jennifer Aniston.
To be unable to walk out loud in public, because everyone seems to need to know you, without actually doing the work. Inner work, that results in respectful relating, how it works in MY biz. Which also exists only in my mind, where I always play mother.
Yes, I encourage the youths of today to be their best selves, to marry rich and correctly (stumbled across that idea somehow)...and frankly, to lead the world. A bunch of lazy-asses fill the earth, in case none of you have noticed. Yet, add a little beat and measure, and suddenly,...
a God damn miracle, a coalition of devoted. Can't trust religion for everything, sometimes you must master just culture. And in conclusion, since I totally forgot what I was saying (too busy fantasizing about the grown up John Mayer).
Oh yeah, a bunch of co-dependents who can't even walk around in public. Sounds less like a wonderful life, than a job that sucks in the rejects. I've known a few.
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