Square. No doubt about it. Circles are way too uniform in my opinion. I require imperfection. Perfectionists amuse me so. Why would you want things perfect? Wouldn't your life become something of a walk in the park? That's nice and all. But I'd rather run through an obstacle course, because honestly, I love being strange and I love everything that revolves, ducks and slides around and through it.
Raindrops are spherical but don't you draw them from a point bulging out? Thank you, gravity. Raindrops are now, in my opinion, prettier. The world is round. But not perfectly so. Wouldn't it be terrible if all land was flat without a single bump, let alone mountains and plateaus?
[When you're finished with the mop then you can stop
And look at what you've done
The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen
And the work, it was fun.
Plateau - Meat Puppets (Nirvana did a cover where Kurt Cobain sang and the Meat Puppets played guitar)]
We require friction in life, don't we? That wouldn't even exist if things were perfect - in this case, ground and whatnot.
So I'm going to end this weird post with one conclusion: My room can be as messy as it likes to be. Rather, as I'd like it to be.
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Yes, your room's constitution states it all, love.
To the mess and beyond!
But then again, not everything can be a mess. Choose your messes carefully, doll.
Now I shall go play Mortal Kombat.
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