Recently his sister was punched in the face and I really don't care. I know that's heartless but it isn't my problem. Like all the drama in the news right now. I don't want to know about that shit because it's ugly. That why I have this Carpenters music to lulluby me a new smile. I used to be so sheltered and protected and everything was safe. Then I moved to this ghetto, experienced racism, and witnessed first-hand ruthlessness from others. So fun and exhilarating! So enchanting and sweet! I've gotten far too sensitive lately: psychic experiences, feeling others' anathama, etc etc. I want to be like Paris Hilton and oblivious. In fact, someday I'd like to live in a cottage by Thomas Kinkade with a babbling brook and a bunny. Maybe some kittens too and Gucci. And everyone around me will be friendly and it will be like Disneyland. Yes, that sounds nice. I'd enjoy that.
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