I don't know how to feel about my body. I like it one day, and then the next, I wish I could be slim like a French model. I do take care of it, and then I curse at it for not being the way I think it should be. I can't help it that I love food and binge eating, though I care to get a hold of myself so far while I'm here in America. I just love junk food sometimes.
Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet.
I will let the wind bathe my bare head.
I will not speak, I will have no thoughts
But infinite love will mount in my soul - Rimbaud
Why is the crazy shit coming out of the mouth of conspiracy theorist Alex Jones also coming out of the mouth of someone running for president? Does he have a meeting with the lunatic before his rallies?
From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines.