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This is a place to scream.  It will take time for the scream to be a smear.  But soon, yes, soon you’ll find a spot to color all your own.  Your make new paints out of old things and new colors will come into the world. You are smart and kinda cute.  Why not be happy with yourself?  Why not lose self respect and throw bread out the window to stranger seagulls that loom and weave intricate patterns that you rarely perceive. Sure, they will attack. Sure, it will hurt. You might even crap yourself out of fear. SO? It wouldn’t be a shocker.  It wouldn’t make the news. Not even local. Not even a stranger’s blog. Ha.  What are you going to do?  Are you gonna sit there, is that what you do for a hobby.  At least think. Shut off the TV.  Take your clothes off.  There is more to you than the blue jeans.  Didn’t your mother teach you not laugh out of your nose at hobos? I mean, come on, you know better, you know what is right. You can’t act like you are just, just unaware. Come off it, come off the pickle. It is not a chair.