to each their own

i have a lot of thoughts on my mind to ramble on, explore & post, perhaps for a particular line i'll even create a new seperate blog on here for. but in the meantime i had to get this out right-quick, as it just struck me. or rather happened, moments ago.

one mans junk is anothers treasure, and yada yada. ive been so desperately trying to get rid of the material things that bog me down, in a frenzy almost, both the things ive loved and the things ive no idea how i got them, why and so-on.

but the enormous poster of the creepily soft-eyed girl, with the pale skin and the lack of proper neck and the tiny round shoulders? i sold her for a dollar at my sale to a co-worker. who passed me in the hall jsut now and took a moment to tell me just how much she loves it. that its hanging in the living room, and that from the street its the only thing a person can see. and they absolutely love it.

so to each their own and to everything a place.

hopefully someday ill find mine.


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