I am a model, doncha know? Yeah, I can't even take myself seriously. Especially at two in the morning...not true, that is when I unearth the deepest respect for who I am through my existential debates within myself...I loath that, for all its pretense. And you call it pretense for the mere fact that you understand it not at all, you bloody equivocator! Oh, and at that I should dash all I have, I expect? Because it is not encapsulated in philosophy? A philosophy, I might add, wraps only around itself. No, I should never have expected you to understand, for all you know is....
The battle rages on, but that has nothing and everything to do with this it. Elsie Fleetwood. Explode. No, implode. Just watch if you wish, I'm clearly giving you no type of description for which you are looking. Again, I am far too quick to assume. Be who you are.
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