Thursday, November 19, 2015

Talking like Grilfriends, Mom. Sixxxterhood.

And she said,
 "Maybe it's like when you realize that what was in the painting was what was in you anyways, because you painted it. Like you're reading it that way because you feel it too."
As if I've been an unwilling participant in the appropriation of me.

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