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We are the weirdos mister

they say you’re weird girl. that you scare them girl. you stardust and ghost stories girl. you ripped jeans and moonlight girl. they call you strange. girl obsessed with the skeletons of tragedy. girl obsessed with other peoples’ obsessions. they will always talk girl. they will always judge girl. let them. you outer space girl. girl with ink splotched skin. a heart that won’t quit girl. hope that the world can be redeemed girl. they want you to be quiet girl. an only if they want it girl. only if they ask for it girl. be you girl. dance on their toes girl. step on their tongues girl. you loudmouthed girl. you always speak your mind girl. listen girl. that’s the sound of them not asking for it girl. give it to them anyway girl. give it to them anyway.

My mother tells me I am smart like Frankenstein, but these days, I resemble his homemade monster. All shock, all scars, all spliced up; stitched back together with my own hands. Sometimes, I think she’s right about me. I feel like I am made of different people’s parts, like nothing inside me fits together anymore. It makes me wonder about Frankenstein’s monster; if he felt anything about all that patchwork. If he dreamt of taking himself apart as well, trying to rearrange his mismatched pieces.

Breathe deep…so later you might remember the taste.

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Something i drew for my friends birthday

Bugs after 7 hour trip.