Call it what you will; there are a hell of a lot of euphemisms for it, and I've heard them all: Normalacy-impaired Problems dealing with reality Misunderstood Troubled FREAK!!! And they're all fairly amusing...like guinea pigs are amusing...but still, that's what I am...Not quite unreal, not quite human; I'm a freak. And I'm okay with that. Really. I write poetry and read it to the old Beat rythms (but someone should have told poor Julie...my God, they even closed down the Big Sur Baths...). School's too easy, and I want to be a Goth to ease the boredom, but I haven't figured out how to get a Goth number (Sad, ain't it?) Besides, I'm too goody-goody, which I'm okay with. Really. N o N o t R E a L L y.
I'm not good at much... That's why I write, I assume Or maybe that's just what I do to ease the boredom...(God, it's awful)... Sometimes I think it's me, then I look around... IT'S THEM...ISN'T IT? : : g l a n c e s a t mi r r o r : :
I hope my ceaseless rambling proves something to you, whether it be that I am indeed a real person, albeit confused, or that you may be more normal than you think you are. Whatever blows your job, man.
And here's some poetry jun k to prove that I D O N ' T F I T I N, and i have the poetry to prove it. =� (oh, sure, I CALL M Y S E L F a Beat, but what do i know? oBviousLy very little.
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