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When I look back on my life,
its not that I dont want to see things exactly as they happened,
its just that I prefer to remember them in an artistic way.
And truthfully, the lie of it all is much more honest because I invented it. Clinical psychology tells us, arguably, that trauma is the ultimate killer. Memories are not recycled like atoms and particles in quantum psychics, they can be lost forever.
Its sort of like my past is an unfinished painting, and as the artist of that painting,
I must fill in all the ugly holes and make it beautiful again.
Its not that Ive been dishonest, its just that I loathe reality.
For example, those nurses, theyre wearing next season Calvin Klein, and so am I.
And the shoes, custom Giuseppe Zanotti.
I tipped their gauze caps to the side like Parisian berets because I think its romantic, and I also believe that mint will be very big in fashion next Spring.
Check out this nurse on the right, shes got a great ass.
Bam. The truth is, back then at the clinic, they only wore those funny hats to keep the blood out of their hair.
And that girl on the left, she ordered gummy bears and a knife a couple of hours ago.
They only gave her the gummy bears. Id wished theyd only given me the gummy bears