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Last night I distinctly remember dreaming about my childhood room I shared with my brother. The canary yellow shag carpet, baby blue walls and the rainbow painted across the ceiling. It just sorta came to me rather vividly in in a haze of near lucidness.

I'm having an Enid day

Oh man, I sorta had an accident with the hedge clipper today. The face is now baby smooth except for the bass player patch under the chin.

My god my second chin is big.

I do this somewhat often. I'm definitely less intensely searching out "a look" than before, but I like to get perspective. Luckily beards grow back and I always end up liking the facial as opposed to the smoothness.

Also I find sometimes I try to understand identity through a camera. It's a really shitty method, in a realistic sense, because the frame of the camera is juxtaposed against nothing but itself. In short, pictures lie really well because they withold details and accentuate others.