Play with fire and you get burned. Like me; burnt to a crisp and still smoking out the ears. Maybe this time I'll know. Knowing is so great; it's the only thing worth giving a damn about, because it can be applied to everything. I know what to say and do. But I can still think and dream like I don't know. That's the beautiful part.
I am insoluble, something semi-charmed.
I really like Banksy. Can't stop image searching his work. I want to go on a Banksy tour.
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