they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
befriending analogies. + march 21st. 04 = 2:23 p.m.
+ it's like getting an invisible tattoo or learning the language of a country you'll never visit. it's like an important note scrawled on the back of your hand --now illegible due to soap & water. it isn't a game of 21 questions but it's an awful lot like those grade school notes folded into triangles, only you'll never find out the who-did-what -where-and-when of them.
and it's all okay.
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notes, file of pom-pom
ghosts!
