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"i'm just trying to figure out whether i'm ugly on the inside or ugly on the outside."
"maybe it's neither."
"maybe it's both."

honey, i'm home.

i don't think i can explain what it is to be "spiderfruits", but that's me.
i mean, i could explain it in parts, but as a whole,
hm, i don't know.

well, the spider bit obviously came from the phrase i decided to use for the title,
which came from a very high night with ms. mary jane and a whole lot of time alone... it was my facebook status and my "irl" status and my ceiling caved in a little bit that night.

... i just scraped my nailpolish off.
new coat, new coat.

the fruits bit? i don't know.
no. idea. whatsoever.

but i suppose when you put them together, like some sort of sick, weight-in-the-belly kind of catch-phrase, what it really means is that i'm like a fruit for most people: they see me on the outside and then when they take a bite they see the nest inside.

my soul has eight legs, people.

i think i know which kind of ugly i am.