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[destijlgarcon]

In my back pocket....I hold a plan. Now, this plan is for my mind only, and is impossible to express to you all

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[asparaturtle]

amen, son.

[destijlgarcon]

The mirrors haunt me... have I mentioned that before? There are six, I think, in the Metairie studio, and my physique fluctuates drastically when observing all.... one shows something equal to 80 lbs... one is 100... one is 120... one is 220... yes, havoc they do wreak. Point is, I wish somehow I could stand outside of myself and look and listen and learn and understand all that traps me in my mind and body. Maybe that's what we need... a cold-voiced operator. Ah, but the doctor can lie! What I interpret the love for movies as, or really any form of expression, makes me question whether it's the reality or the illusion we enjoy more, and will we ever know? Would I really care to know what I really look like, whether it be 80 or 220? Would it rob the beauty if could answer whether you prefer the romance or the reality? However, you're idealizing, dear. The need for acceptance is human nature and the individual craving for hipness is dependent upon some factors we'll never control. True, some bitchy girl can give me a look in traffic