novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i never said i was beautiful stuck in daydreams, even while wandering through the redwoods, talking about the lives we know. mountain bikers in matching spandex outfits passing us on the steep winding trail, only one of them says hello. florescent light and racks filled with magazines deter us from day-dreaming in supermarkets. do you ever wonder how you mark up to traditional beauty standards? i've tried not to, for the past half-dozen years. i don't know if this is good or bad, if i'm seen as outlandish or fat or perplexing or mysterious or bawdy. 11:15 pm - 12.09.07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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