Red Rot ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- nothing god created pleases and repulses me like hair im growing it long down my back to scatter and frizz and fray until i look shipwrecked like a mermaid. if i find it in my food, in my bed, on the floor i physically feel ill. it comes off my head in handfulls in the shower and i stick it on the wall. it flows and whips, long and straight, back and forth, pulsing to the beat of japanese drummers. 8:15 p.m. - 2005-11-21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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