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I am a person.
A person I am.
I know what I'd die for
but living is different.
What am I?
Who am I?
Anything said
is only figments
of the mind.
Not even I
can judge myself.
There is no one who can
truly comprehend me
truly comprehend you
truly understand anything at all.
It is labels
and all relative.
There is no 'is'.
All is perspective.
Describe perspective.
Who am I?
You tell me.
Who am I to you?
How do you see me?
How does anyone see me?
I am a different person
in each others' minds.
I am a structure
containing billions upon billions
of atoms, cells, and more
I am a whole
a group
a collective of
ideas
concepts
sensations
emotions
experiences.
I am a single being.
I have a spirit
a soul- if you will.
A personality
that changes
and flexes
and flows with time.
A pattern
inconsistent
and always reacts in a way
I want.
Except for when its
OUT OF CONTROL.
I have told you everything
and at the same time
I have managed
to tell you nothing at all.
Lets pretend my hair is blue, my eyes green, my skin white.
Lets pretend that I'm tall, and skinny, and beautiful.
Lets pretend that I'm wild, and fun, and zany.
Lets pretend that I'm individual, unique, imaginative.
Lets pretend I draw well, sing well, perform well.
Lets pretend that I know when to listen, be compassionate, be literate.
Lets pretend that I am tangible, understandible, wonderful.
Maybe then, we can all pretend we know me.
Excluding, of course, my faults.
That would take too long.
Assuming is dangerous.
But oh so easy.
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Hiya! I'm myself, and otherwise too lazy to type of the trivial things that may or may not interest me!
As for my page here, I make the layout and art in it, for the most part.
So please, do not take. They are the fruit of my labor! *teary eyes*
I love you fruit~
|We love you too, Brigetta...|
...er... Are you gonna eat me?
|That we are, Bridget-meal-san, that we are...|
Well, then, I do so hope that I taste wholesome, delicious, and fresh! Goodbye cruel world~!!!
|Mmmm... the flesh of Brigetta...|
LET THIS BE A WARNING TO YOU ALL...
ALWAYS CARRY A SPARE BAG OF CEREAL IN CASE OF FRUIT OF LABOUR HUNGER ATTACK!
Oh, if only I'd have had my patented "BAG OF CEREAL"! I could have been spared the agony of having my innards nibbled away by hungry fruit bats...
Bats?
YOU HEARD ME!
Neeee~~~~ee~~~e~!!! I don't want bats, Mama. I don't want them. Not at all.
Dearie, dearie, cheerio... What is the letter after B for bats?
C...? C for CATS!
*coughcough* Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and girls of all ages. Now presenting... THE MEOW MIX SONG~!
I don't hear a thing.
Thats 'cause you're deaf.
Not true.
But it is.
But I'm not!
Are so.
I'm not! I'm not! I'm not a witch!
Burn her! Burn 'er!
Now how do you know she is a witch?
She looks like one! Yeah! Yeah! And, and, she turned me into a newt!!!
...eh? *cricket*
W-well... I got better...
Ne, ye ne'er did, laddy-buck. Youse a sick as a dog, s'far as I can tell, yet.
*MOAN*
Here your Blueness, take some nasty medicine!
Its a blue world, Max.
En contrare, Mr. Blue Meanie, sir. It is a new world!
N-no your Blueness!
ArrrrgggggggMmmmmmax!
I-i-i mean, Y-yes your Blueness!
Ah, yes... Did I ever tell you that my mother was the bluejay of happiness?
To your mother!
Whose?
YOUR MOM!
Oooooo, buuuurn!
You guys're mean! I hate you! This is doing me serious psychological damage, you know!
I'm not sure you're quite in the situation to just that, brotha.
Indeed, shall we not, instead, go down for our pleasure to the milk bar and listen to the Ninth of Ludwing van?
Frankly, sir, and if I may address you in said manner... You frighten me. Is it that you attempt to frighten me?
That quite depends, brotha, upon whether you are frightened by me solely and solitarily, or whether you are frightened by my actions upon you.
But sir...!
No, no, never you mind! Now feed me! Feed me!
Would you like a little stakey-wakey, then?
...but I made you scrambly eggs...
Buddy? Hey... are you really my buddy?
I doth think that wouldst require a parlance, dost thou not think so?
Ouais, je crois que oui. Parlay it is!
Parlay! Parlay! Who came up with parlay!?
...that would be the French.
Yes, of course! Why else would you have that outrageous accent?!
...Ay dohn't zink zat ay have an outraygeeous acc-ah-nt!
Oh, don'tcha don't?
BWAHAHAHAHAHA
Now... WHAT THE HELL AM I TALKING ABOUT?!
Hey look, a kitty...
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