"bleeep! time to check the scrambled tofu!"
apush, how i love you
my friends genuinely believe eachother to be beautiful, and i think that is beautiful and such a pure form of love.

i found my old project today, completed in sixth grade. we had to create a society we believed would be perfect to live in. i LOLed over and over at mine because i was seriously communist, naive, and a hippie. "peace, unity, and love" we what mine was all about and "there is no disease, zero crime, and no overweight people!" "all students get straight A's!" "there are NO cars, No planes, NO technology and NO money!"come to Fiori where EVERYONE LOVES EACHOTHER"

my mom laughed and said it was an emily utopian society. i reread it and saw my close-mindedness. by trying to accept only the best of every race, gender, or type of person, i rejected those who werent perfect. I even wrote somewhere in their that "why yes, we do strive for perfection"

utopia? i think not. there was no pain in mine, there was no feeling other than bliss. "ignorance is bliss" should have been my slogan for "this island far in the middle of the ocean of nowhere" would be completely untouched and ignorant of the world around it.
pain is real, like a helpless distraught youth, it needs to be embraced
sounds like a utopian hell (saying utopian tastes like fruit to my mouth)