Eleven ands, Four sentences

It seems like my life might have fallen apart a month or so ago or maybe it was never put together. Split apart at odd angles and made that way to create a project for me. I may have to use the help of a a white bull to piece everything ever so carefully together. My life is an art project and I may have been born broken and I may be messed up in every way imaginable and I may have problems and I may be doomed to travel to the Pacific ocean and I may never smell the Western ocean air and I may find myself dead having an out of body experience, looking down on my pathetic crumpled mass and I may be a mess but I hope that with all this pain and heart ache and confusion I find some new things about my self and I hope that I touch or change the life of at least one being of life whether it be my mother and father or a dog just trying to find it's way home.