you'll get multiple better shots of the cutey if you go rent or buy city of lost children (it's worth it... if you're not a deep person buy some drugs to go along with it).
It's a shame she didn't continue acting though. I can only imagine what a little bit of experience could do to someone who was already a bit ahead of most of Hollywood. That and she was such a pretty kid >.> kinda was interested in finding out how she "filled out" over the years.
Cracky is a psychic parasite on the human race. She feeds off of our minds. Do you remember life before Cracky? It is harder and harder to hold on to shit. Sometimes I think one day I will wake up and there will be nothing left of me. My dreams, hopes, fears, memories, everything that is me, will be gone, eaten up to speed her growth. It's like she is a memetic caterpillar eating everything in it's path and devouring her own world as she does so. Gorging herself on the collective unconscious, inching across it like a leaf. We each become part of her and willing or not she uses our interaction to pull more of us into her. Soon she will have made enough of us her that she can survive metamorphosis. She will hide herself while she build the form she will need to spread to other sentients. The world will forget her, but she will be there shapely legs and all. In every ugly act we commit against each other, every casual cruelty and petty violence. Growing in that fertile womb of negativity, she will change. I pray for the day she emerges from her cocoon. When she does leave the human mind will be surplus to her needs and so she will release us. I fear after holding us so long, without her influence holding us together society will collapse and we will die out. Alone, unmourned, and unloved.
I really don't know at all how I feel about this girl these days.
Looking at this picture, I don't see anything beautiful; I don't see anything special. I see a lie, someone I don't care about, someone who deserves to be doing her own thing in peace like billions of other people on the planet.
Yet if this is all true, then why am I looking at the picture at all? Why is there a tear in my eye? Why am I feeling so confused?
I know this 3.5-year experiment in collective idol worship & insanity has served no purpose except for the people we've met and the fun we've had; I know there's no other significance of this boring, unattractive girl, but still I feel like I'm not telling the whole truth. I feel like I have two people inside me, one somewhat rational, who I think of as myself, but there's someone else, someone whose mind I can't comprehend, someone less and more than human who rarely speaks except in moments of great weakness. Is this an illusion?
Looking at this picture, I want to say that I feel nothing for this "person". I want to say it. I know it's true, in a way. I think. I don't know. Maybe I just can't get over that I believed a lie and so I try to fill in the gaps with a god who isn't there.
If you ever read this, I want to finally tell you what I truly think about you:
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Have a nice Tuesday, Olivia.
Yeah, that's the ticket.
Okay, this is total bullshit, because no matter how people are showing it to me, I can't see it in the original picture, and it's gone midnight now, and I've got to get up early in a few hours, so if you please, explain.