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body jewelry by BodyPUNKS!

 

Boredom. It lies heavily inside you, a thick liquid slowing your movements, blurring your vision with tears. We are bored tonight. Nothing to do at the coffee shop. I'm remembering situations, meeting random strangers, a friend of a friend, people I'd never be able to imagine. People who make me think, If I were writing a story, I would never be able to come up with a character like that, but I would want to. I love going to houses that I've never been in, never would have expected to be in, may never be in again. Brought by circumstance to places that are so full of stories, of everything different from me and my life.

Where are all the interesting people I'm destined to meet? I guess I should learn to see the beauty in those around me. And I do, I do love and appreciate them so much. But when you're bored, you want to meet people who are . . . different. Not quite what you're used to. Not normal. I want a beautiful androgynous angel who understands the tragedy and magnificence of life.

"When we saw Paris in flames." Today I played guitar.

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