I’m a lion in a strange land.
Creativity is just about connecting things. A whole lot of nonsense put together, and diluted with a creative passion can eventually make sense. Keep thinking. Exploring. Keep trying out new ways and methods of doing things and just when you least expect, you may stumble on that next great world-changing idea that will make all the difference.
These days we have Smartphones, Smartcars, Smartboards, Smarteverything, but consider this: if technology is getting smarter, does that mean humans are getting dumber?
Weird how I can feel so frail and tiny sometimes, and other times so brave and bold and reckless and free, and . . . Does everybody feel the same? When people get grown-up, do they always feel grown-up and sensible and sorted out and . . . And do I want to feel grown-up? Do I want to stop feeling . . . paradoxical, nonsensical? Do I want to stop being crackers? Do I want to be destrangified? O yes, sometimes I want nothing more – but it only lasts a moment, then O I want to be the strangest and crakerest of everybody.
She had a voice so husky it could have pulled a dogsled, and the gun she was holding gave me a bad case of barrel envy.
He’s my father, whoever he is, so he must have had sex with my mother at least once, and I’d love to kill him for that.
Nobody is wired wrong because there’s no wrong and right in the way we are.
The problem is normal was’nt in my DNA. I was destined to be forever freakish.
I’m an ugly girl,
My face makes you hurl,
Sad I have it,
I should bag it.
Unwanted facial hair.
I’m a relation to Frankenstein’s creation.
I’m too wacky for most weirdos. Who am I to judge?