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.
Jul 22, 2008
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