The Maven of Funk Mutation

Working doors I am shocked almost every night by the number of people that I don't know. It's hard to explain. It's just this whole other world.

Everyone is so pretty and I'm so naive that I take them at face value.



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And that makes you laugh, right? The idea of me as some babe in the woods? I'm so fucking grown!

But still, somehow - and maybe it's because I am so unsuccessful when it comes to fitting right in - somehow everything feels brand new to me every single time.





And while it sucks to stick out like a sore thumb I'll fucking *fight* to maintain that fresh perspective, that novelty status. I want to be as brand new to you as you are to me. Every time.

Drop everything you are up to so that I can tell you how awesome you are in like a million ways I haven't thought of until just now. And so that you can talk about my outfit or feed me exotic candies.

Thanks.





Otherwise what is there? A bunch of same old day in and out shit, nothing worth writing a poem or novel about. Nothing worth chiseling into marble.

And fuck that.

I like epic so much better.