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  • Je suis une Looseuse,
    avec un L majuscule, Pour de/du vrai

     

    Mais tout va bien,
    photo à l'appuie.

    Soyez gentilles,
    be good.


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     Honest Crap

    You know, I'm fascinated by loads of stuff. I feel passionate about lots and lots of different things. But I'm crap at writing, I whish I was good, you know, I really wish I was bright, I whish I could write and talk, like ...properly, but I just don't.
    If I was, gosh! I would use it...I'd be proud of it. But I'm just not, so, you know.
    It's not that I'm crap at expressing myself, I just can't convey ideas because those ideas aren't coming into my mind. I'm just not smart. I really whish I was, though, but I'm not. I am not intelligent. I'm not totally dum neither I mean, I don't live in an institution or anything (well unless you're going back in time and well ok I'm just living in society and so 'course I don't think I'll survive all alone in the wild but you know, I mean I'm not living in a building with people making all the choices for me), but I'm not clever.
    I am just not clever.
    That's how it is. That's how things are. If I tell you when I sense something very intelligent or deep is coming from a reading or a person I can physically feel my brain slightly shutting up, you'll laugh, so I won't tell you that.
    How I see things is : there are all those brains, yeah ? And well in some of them ideas pop, and they do so by chance but also because those brains have been stocking lots of information and theories and stories and history and stuff, ok ? So it's half half, half chance, half cause the guy has a massive culture background. Well I don't have any ideas, I haven't got a clue, because first i don't have chance, nothing pops into my brain, and second I've read, not a lot but I've read and seen and watch and been interested and try to input some culture into that weird organ in my head, but I cannot remember. That's the big, BIG thing with me. I just can't remember. So all I've understood (or thought i understood) is useless, because I forget it, so no connection is made, so no idea come. See ?
    I still read though, even if I know I won't remember what I've learned. I am still interested, I still watch a lot of weird movie nobody but me know or like, and for what I'm fascinated with, well that I can't really help it, can I ? I mean that's something you can't really control what you love or feel passionate about, but still, I am not and will never be a smart one. End of the story.

     


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