I don't have clear skin. I don't have soft-yet-rugged hair. I don't dress right for any occasion. My tan is not even and odds are I'm not wearing clean underwear. Or underwear at all. You will never see me on magazine covers or talk shows or anywhere else for that matter. That's because you see me every day.
I am living white noise.
Not average, not different enough to notice. Somewhere around one point five standard deviations from the mean. Standard deviation is the culture we live in. Not being ordinary, just like everyone else. I've just barely hit escape velocity from acceptable.
When I say something, you're not listening because you've heard it before and because you aren't ready to hear it yet. I'm zen in an asphalt sort of way. The tao you get from photocopy degradation. I am a human being and I accept that.
That fact makes me strange as fuck.
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