The moment EVERYBODY has been waiting for

I've just been misunderstood. It's not that I didn't want to crawl, I just didn't have the right motivation.

My life is an ongoing work of art. Great art doesn't just happen. It comes from within. It needs a spark, an afflatus, an ihlet.

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Try and get me to crawl to get some toys which you'll bring me when I cry and fuss? I don't think so...

Think that I'll move my bum to get to the same magazines that I've been tearing up for the last month? NOT.

Have computer cables that I'm not allowed to touch? That's what I'm talking about. That is my sunset, my sweetheart, my sugalmazas, my Dulcinea.