Tweets for Posterity 281.

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There is something comforting in the familiar, and frightening in change – people know it’s wrong, but continue doing it anyway.

Everyone’s desire is to be unique, yet still they remain the same. {You’re unique, grow a pair – boobs or balls – and show us who you are.}

What I thought I meant isn’t what you think I said – why is communication so difficult?

I get it, we all want to be safe – but why does that mean we all have to be the same?

There is a being to whom you must remain true, you.

Why was I born, why will I die, every thinking person needs to know why.

Why: a crooked letter each of us strives to make straight.

Not the same, and not what it seems. At risk of being discovered, have you read Malmaxa? http://bit.ly/CGAmb1s

Who lifts you up, when your down days come, your friends, every single one. #FF

Born into pain, we live a life, then when we die, will we live again?