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body jewelry by BodyPUNKS!

 

i was at two malls in one day yesterday.  when i was eleven, i went to a mall for the first time, and it reminded me of an airport.  i was familiar with airports, and i liked them, so i liked the mall.  i was shopping for overalls, which were "cool," because my best friend wore them.

i always think that the mall is full of stereotypes.  extreme examples of all kinds of people.  purple-haired, spiked fourteen-year-olds.  big hispanic families with crying babies in strollers.  girls walking together wearing different shades of the exact same flare-leg jeans, and matching t-shirts with sayings like "drama queen" and "angel."  they all blend together as i watch them, looking for someone who might stand out.  i find the guy with scuffed sneakers and slightly messy hair, walking alone.  i smile at babies while their mothers talk on cell phones.  i sit on a bench in the middle of the whole mall, debating on whether i should take a vicodin because i have the prescription, because i'm curious as to what it would feel like, because it might be nice to slump in a relaxed haze and listen to the hum of humanity echo off the high ceiling.  but i put the pill back in the bottle, because it's stupid, because i am already seeing things the way i want to see them, feeling reality.  the way vision blurs slighty, is doubled, at the very tiny edge of what i see through my glasses and what i see around them.  the way people at the other end of the mall look like they're walking in a tunnel of white light, their sneakers gliding over shiny floors, motion, twilight.  and the hum, the surrounding noise of everyone and everything, which sometimes is so loud and rude and invading -- i now think it's calming.  i drink an orange julius and stare at the giant paneled TV screen in the disney store.  and i wait for her to return.

i have decided that before i leave in two months, i am going to raid the foreign film section of the local video store. 

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