Tuesday, June 29, 2010

The white dove dies red.

Perfection is suicide.
Perfection is disgusting and impossible, so just don't even try.
Perfection is a state of numbness towards yourself and everyone else. No paint on your hands. No calloused fingers from guitar strings. No messy bed hair, or mascara from last night.
To be perfect you must drop everything that makes you you.
So don't.
Because simply being who you are is ultimately more right.

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