used, abused. twirled like cotton candy on stick.
oh so pink, oh so sweet.
my ass.
.aspirare
dive without first dipping your toe in. red. passion and fury. breathe. take a step off the conveyor belt. you might not be here tomorrow. compassion. didn't kindergarden teach you not to stuff circles into square holes? and that not every damn thing is square? brocolli. eat it. stop pointing that finger. stop passing the buck. smile. come up for air.
Tuesday, April 20, 2004
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