OH MY GOD! Who are you? What happened to you when you were a child?
It is part of an artwork. I leave them things so they can keep a part of me. They can know me through my discreetly placed DNA. This is not just tom foolery. This is my work.
Whatever you say... I don't believe your justifications. I can't imagine that you are trying to pop your zits for posterity. I wish i could smack you.
I wish i could pick you like a zit and make you dissapear. YOu deserve it.
I have a request: Please be nicer to mountain man. I think I might be falling in love or something with him. I don't want all of this negative energy to ruin his complexion. You're really a man, right? I'm not bi, so I hope you are a man. Where can I see your artworks? I bet your work is a lot like mine. I feel like we are kindred spirits. I am not really an artist, I mean, I am but I don't get paid or anything for it. My husband calls it "arts and crafts", but it's more than that. It is my life. I use a lot of bright colors like yellow and orange in my work. I bet you do too. I'm sending only the most warm and loving energies your way.
Soccer Mom. All I can say is thanks? People are cruel. I wish you rainbow energies. (that is the best kind)
Thank you mountain man! I knew you would understand me like no other. You are a truly great human being. I bet your coworkers wear a lot of cologne and perfume. They're not used to the natural smell of a human because they have retrained their olfactory nerves to recogonize only artificial smells. It is a pity. They will suffer later in life from this. Have a lovely day.
YOU are right. They smell like flowers and alcohol. I am a mountain man. I smell like a goat.
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