You hate me half the time.
I've vgot clockwork in my eyes.
I know you think I'm overdue.
And I agree with you.
But I do win the internet.
Although my plan is never set, you're stuck with me for a little while.
And I do take the van, laden with salvia, that's why you hear me at the trial.
I'll take a Xanax worth, just to get the feeling right.
I'm hunting White Rabbit for tonight.
This isn't as bad as you make it out to be, but still...
You hate me, I can tell.
But my mind is a credible place.
You heard me, I can travel.
About Me
- Pretty Hips.
- Given 1200 characters, how would you describe yourself? Given ten words, how would you describe yourself? It's not an easy task. You end up either sounding like an elitist bitch, or an attention seeking whore, neither of which were your aim when given the simple task. I mean, it should be very simple. You've been with yourself 24/7 since the day you were born, of not before that, so why is it so hard to tell someone about you? Drop a few facts, a few interesting key words, make them fall in love with you without giving them false hopes... If only it were that EASY. You can write about anything, you are here to write, are you not? And after everything you've ever written, published or not, why are YOU such a hard thing to write about? Do you not know yourself at all? Are you one of those people who look in the mirror and see a stranger? Of course, that may be stretching the truth a little... But metaphors are something so beautiful... We're here to connect the disconnected, so don't ask me about me.
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