It gets me everytime (thanks Mom: as if debilitating social phobias weren't enough I am also afraid of sharp noises... oh and when I see my shadow in the alley).
Yes, I blame my parents for eerrything (<---included).
But no, I don't blame my parents for anything; I am an adult (18+) and have to take responseblity (<---included) for my own actions.
Thusly, YES. And Yes!!! I am a "Prodigal Son", although I mean that allegorically, not literally (just like the Bible ;P ). But I do not appreciate that I AM!!! (God). (Blashpemy (<---included) (Pun) (thanks Mom)).
But is this what they wanted? No! I am nothing but a failure in comparison to Sam and PJ (Pee-Yay!) While they went ahead and got BETTER at drawing and coloring and staying inside the lines, I plumitted... from GOD-LIKE ABILITY to mere REMARKABLE TALENT.
But NO! I do not say "YES!"
I say "NO!"
Because for us all to get better, we must get back to what is important in life. Like that man said:
"so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens"
Or some such nonsense, because:
"Kings and philosophers shit. Ladies too."
But that's beside(s) the point... which upon closing... never truely got sharpened...
JTMB ((Fucker))
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imagism.
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