And Yes I Said Yes I Will Yes.

I half wish to find a comfortable cave and live there for the whole of my existence but as that is an unlikely occurrence- I suppose I should join the rest of the human race and begin a blog. That doesn't mean I look down on any of you less. I am simply proving I can do it better. The Name is Olivia. I live the whole world wide. I like conspiracies, beautiful language, and things that give me leverage. Memento Mori: I'm ready for what's next.

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In Omnia Paratus   I'm Bland Looking. Like Rice.


Rhinestones

We’re up to our eyes in it. We’re breathing it in, soaking it up through our amphibian skins. But we’ll never-ever use it, in all our garbled finesse. This system of things is passing away- things, material matter, our great big candy-colored carousel of passionate feeling and the psychotic absesnce of it. We are rejecting it, crucifying it. I used to promise myself boats and chariots of execution- great fanfare, glory, and pomp. But we’re in it. Up to our eyes in it, we’re breathing it in. Not a carousel, but a sea.

Notes

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