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[penguinfaery]

You spend too much time with someone when you get yelled at on the phone for being them

But their mom.

XD

Ok, she didn't really YELL, because Julia's mom doesn't really...yell that much.

Have you ever felt like you didn't belong on this planet? Like...I feel a lot like...something has gone thin and I can almost remember....home? IDK, it's a weird feeling. Like I'm an undercover worker, and I'm just placed here with my squad to work something out and reality is much bigger then all this.

This is really weird and surreal.

I think I'm an alien. Oy.

Comments

[krakensoup.livejournal.com]

That would be too convenient for you to be an alien Terra, although it would explain a lot of anomalies. Which reminds me, have you seen any of "V"?

Also, I would like to hang out with you and Bev and Ju or any convenient combination thereof sometime soon. Like maybe this weekend or sometime during the week. What say you?

[biscayne.livejournal.com]

Well, if you are an alien, please keep it secret so the scientists won't discover you and try to experiment on you and then the gov't will ask you eleventy billion questions about your species and your home planet, etc.

[inkyumbrella.livejournal.com]

Wait wait, what did my mom yell? I don't remember this.

And I mean I'll probably be like OH, as soon as you say it, but.

[penguinfaery.livejournal.com]

She called after I dropped you off and I answered and she was like "Julia!" And I was like "....she should almost be there." And she was like "...you sounded just like her."

[inkyumbrella.livejournal.com]

...Oh XD

That's awesome.

[penguinfaery.livejournal.com]

you have tags. And I'm all up on every messenger.

[cloudyskies2046.livejournal.com]

Actually I think you're in the Plan for this species. You're not just an "artist", but an eyes-wide-open paranormal "artist". I swear if the species didn't have people like you to be the red chili pepper in the seasoning salt then I'd throw the cheap-ass fries in the trash.

It's obvious to me that whenever something epic happens, the photographers and journalists record the event, the poets and dreamers write of what this will mean for mankind and our collective consciousness, and the artist is like "The fuck? I already painted this scene! The canvas is at home in my closet because no one would buy it at the gallery! NOW do you believe me?! Dammit!!" :P