i dunno where half my scars came from. i don't remember who constented to which surgery or if that person was part of her or part of me or if she and i are related or not or one person or not, which soul is whose. or when. i remember things i should have forgotten, and things that never happened, vividly, like tomorrow, but it's never clear which things happened in which reality. i can predict the future, but not always. sometimes i can make the future if i want it to be a certain way, but not always. sometimes i study the past like a textbook. there are body parts here i was born with that got cut off, so why are they here? i dunno if they're here, but there are body parts that aren't here that i wasn't born with that got put on, so why aren't they here? i watch movies and i become the colors on the screen. i'm red like her eyes, but her eyes weren't red. i remember who did this based on images of dusty rivers. i thought someone else did it because that person was a wet river, but it turns out dust matters. i act high when i'm not high. i get high so i can act high and then i hide so i don't have to act. when i'm clean i'm dirty. i can't shower because there is a baby inside me who was never washed. he was supposed to stay dirty. i'm trans because she forced me to choose to go back to who i was. i didn't know that. i don't know that. i don't know anything. proof is not edible. you cannot consume truth. i'm convinced there isn't one out there.
so anyway what do u guys think. i tried to replicate aisha’s nose and lips and the soft, kind of round shape of her face. obvs they look a lil different bc of the games but also bc they’re sisters, not identical. heh
felt so inspired by hosie’s impressive lack of communication i wrote a song about it.. then the loml made a fucking FAN CAM TO IT???? anyways here’s this work of art that she made that really made my song come to life I think wow