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May. 30th, 2002 08:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
abracanabraI saw a man walking his trash today. It romped beside him. Sometimes it darted in his way, provoking a mock-irritated look from him. Girls smiled at it with that sickening expression which Minnesota women reserve for babies, cute pets, and men who have just said something particularly stupid.
The wind lashed my hair. My hair will go sulk now.
Don't look...I'm bald until it decides it likes me again....
The wind lashed my hair. My hair will go sulk now.
Don't look...I'm bald until it decides it likes me again....