Can I tell you something?

I believe I've grown older.

What's happening, men.

fringe hang, pony tail. space separating one strand from another, light invading space, an illumined patch. but obviously, perception (clarity, judgment) depends on vantage point, on closeness, on interest. a strand elegantly curls down, longer than its immediate surroundings, perhaps trying to assert its uniqueness. it remains un-dissimilar to its family, separable but not separate. head moves, back exposed. pretty, that's all.

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the story: she decided to wear a purple wig, try out a variant persona, experiment with self-presentation. who would say what? a barrage of cliches awaited her: exaggerated demonstrations of surprise/shock and remarkably stale witticisms. not fluttered in the least, she decided to flaunt the purple persona for a little longer. people stopped caring (or trying to respond) soon enough and forgot about why they responded in the first place. they forgot about the real deal: nature beneath synthetic fluff.

somebody remembered. his memory reinforced by his obscure writings about the same, he did not really pay attention to the wig, but continued to remember (and virtually perceive) the fringe(s) and the ponytail. sometimes, however, she would remove the wig and let him see. pretty, that's all.

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It is rude when a very pretty girl calls a less pretty girl pretty and doesnt apologise. Then however these pretty and less pretty girls flock together to talk about what each thinks about each pointless thing they ever talk about, and the list isnt mammoth.Sagittarians need to learn more than how tact is spelt.

stranger things have happened,

its funny, something funny happened and i cant remember it. i think my partner said i should take her down. perhaps everybody stole my rainclouds' farting. yes it is 10 in the morning i was thinking 3 in the afternoon what does that say about me. judge me, i'll keep giving you pointers. i swear to god i think this post is going to turn into a cop and follow me.

anhydric. anima. antigone.

It is here, it is here. Where? Here. No it isn't. IT IS DON'T YOU FEEL IT? Nope. Ok then, we can't share a feeling.

word of advice.

get yourself an SUV
get yourself a van
get yourself a pickup truck
and run over these tramps.

Certain events transpire in hyperspace, like, cerebral implosion and love. What can we do about it? Nothing.

today im not funny.

look around you and everyone is breaking up. everyone is speaking of masturbation like its destroying the endangered species. everyone is too vodka, and they want it flavoured and this particular brand and no no, neat but lets puke some onto our own new clothes. today i dissed a boy who was trying to diss me for having no money and then tried to give me a back massage later. you know what happens when you go back in time? you want to slap yourself and point and laugh and see yourself naked.sonography ew. xray with stinky gowns ew.