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Maybe The Body Is Taking Responsibility Where The Mind Is Not. It's Scrapbooking For Us.

No Matter What You Wear, Not Everyone Is Going To Understand What You're Saying.

I Can't Even Tell You What Else I Imagined. I Can Only Humiliate Myself To Such A Degree; At A Certain Point It Becomes Humorous, And This Story Is Not Meant To Be Humorous. This Story Is Meant To Winch Your Ribs Open And Tamper With Your Heart. This Story Is Meant To Make You Realize That Your Chances Of Happiness In This World Are Terribly Slim If You Lack A Fine Imagination.

I Think What Can Be Most Shameful Or Embarrassing Is When Our Bodies Broadcast A Secret We'd Prefer No One To Know. This Is Why I Hate Rashes, In Particular Face Rashes.

I've Subsequently Become Conscious Of Making Memories. Which Makes Me Sound Like A Scrapbooker.