why i didn't get a hair cut

[hauntedballroom]

the black umbrella has no dignity in this fierce wind, i feel foolish as i am buffeted against the driving rain as though in some ocean-tossed vessel absurdly clinging to the foam. repeatedly i push violentluy into the gusts determined to overcome its rage. useless battered fabric skews outward so i scrunch it spitefully into my bag. nearer town i

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[triesticity]

mm, this whole post is so excellent. i love the details of storefronts and streets, and the rhythms of your words

[hauntedballroom]

thank you very much!