Jul 22, 2008

I am a walking contradiction,

as I have phrased and rephrased continually.

'Plastics'.

Oh how I sneer at those mannequins and their polished cohorts, how I prejudice their flawless foreheads with mockeries, how I stamp myself with a mellow messed-up attitude to imply a denial of their influences.

And yet, I will be the one undergoing plastic surgery tomorrow.

Oh the irony.

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