2002-09-17
It's come to this....
Snapping gum, calling customers kitten and darl with eyes resembling glace cherries.
While the boys fall victim to the land of smoking pot and playing video games us girls fall victim to much more delicious and inviting place...
Cigarettes, stupid oversized sunglasses and fashion magazines.
meaningless and numbing but enticing to the point where Harpers are piling up on my bedroom floor, slipping on their glossy covers frantically searching for the phone.
pages of beautiful things, I can sit in the sun and make out like it's alright.
and doesn't it deliver this little piece of happiness, pretty things that I might aquire to fill space /to feel a surge/ to have lips like Monroe.
Biding time, thrashing around in images of legs that go on forever and lashes that extend beyond possibility.
I am standing on the crowded corner waiting for the traffic lights to change... (until I am whole again)
at least there is a news stand on the same corner.
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