Um, it involved testicles and moon babies and a total desire to be lumpen and woolly in front of your momma...or something like that...or why art can sometimes be more frightening than poetry.
Reasons I'm glad that I'm nobody on the world stage, numbers 5 through 52. Though I will confess to feeling jealous awe at all those high, gorgeous cheekbones. Speaking of high, what the hell is Christina Ricci on?
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Reasons I'm glad that I'm nobody on the world stage, numbers 5 through 52. Though I will confess to feeling jealous awe at all those high, gorgeous cheekbones. Speaking of high, what the hell is Christina Ricci on?
I'd describe the worst poem I've ever read, but I wrote it. It still gives me shivers at night.
No kidding. What is she on?
Not sure I'm envious of that world...it isn't what I love about art.
And yes, Daniel, I have written one of those. More maybe...
Christina was amazing! On or off anything!
Your Friend,
~AndrewAndrew
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