today's name will be called "Honesty." i have contrived this out of passionless hours spent curling my hair, applying two coats of clear mascara and a tint of strawberry lip gloss while perfecting the art of swaying-hip-movement; a hidden bomb there, a choked excuse here, one less angry man present on this earth. (do not ask what the numbers are for, only embrace the inevitable defeat calculation will bring). today's name will be known as "Perfection." a name i have contrived out of nameless hours spent consuming you, mass hysteria, and a broken rear view mirror looking back on interstate eighteen.Birth sign: Taurus
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