novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i'll never marry a first cousin, though. goodness gracious great balls of fire. if i cut it now i'd have a pompadour just like jerry lee lewis. it has changed in my mind, actually, this weird fuzzy mane. since it has been thinned professionally it barely holds to ponytail form but the curls wave themselves in little rows like some 1930s debutante hairdo, unaware of the depression. i think i'll keep growing it and see what happens. if i'll still have rows of half-curls fanning out the length of my skull while its ends brush my tailbone. goodness gracious great balls of fire. 6:07 pm - 07.03.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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