“I grew into it. It grew into me. It and I blurred at the edges, became one amorphous, seeping, crawling thing.” 

Apr 20 -

“I grew into it. It grew into me. It and I blurred at the edges, became one amorphous, seeping, crawling thing.” 

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I want to fly far away, to never never land where I’m not ashamed, where it’s OK to eat all sorts of things. I’d be beautiful and free and there’d be no scales, no mirrors. Second star to the right and straight on till morning! Is that how you get there? Oh, how lovely to fly!