You know how some people have secret identities? They're not just John Smith or Jane Doe. They're super heros, protected witnesses, mob bosses or rap stars who should be dead and buried with the bullet still in their brain.
Well that's me. Only I don't fight, narc on or conspire. I'm secretly an artist. A painter, drawer, sculptor, photographer, print maker. I'm secretly a master of rhetoric and writing. I'm a musician. I'd be the next Beethoven if only it wasn't against the rules of super secretness. I'm a great philosopher. The next intellectual revolutionary. I'm a political genius and a mathematician. I'm an architect, a physicist, a healer, a leader cleverly disguised as a fatalistically frustrated 18 year old with simultaneous inferiority and superiority complexes. But it's just a mask. Secretly, I'm special.
Secretly I'm God.
Well that's me. Only I don't fight, narc on or conspire. I'm secretly an artist. A painter, drawer, sculptor, photographer, print maker. I'm secretly a master of rhetoric and writing. I'm a musician. I'd be the next Beethoven if only it wasn't against the rules of super secretness. I'm a great philosopher. The next intellectual revolutionary. I'm a political genius and a mathematician. I'm an architect, a physicist, a healer, a leader cleverly disguised as a fatalistically frustrated 18 year old with simultaneous inferiority and superiority complexes. But it's just a mask. Secretly, I'm special.
Secretly I'm God.
Stumbled across this and just wanted to say Great Blog! It is nice to finally say "Hi" to God.
Never knew she would be so beautiful.