Sometimes I love my imagination, and sometimes I hate it. I love the pictures that I don't even think about, they just happen I start to draw or paint and they happen. I hate it when I think about my future. Anything can set me off. A friend asks if anyone's reading over my shoulder and I think they're going to ask me out. A Russian phrasebook said the phrase for “Will you marry me?” and I started thinking, what if when I go to Russia......
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