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email: noreia@planet-save.com.

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body jewelry by bodyPUNKS!

body jewelry by bodyPUNKS!

body jewelry by BodyPUNKS!

 

it seems like every day i show up at the music store in the early afternoon.  i pin my nametag onto my self-designed sweatshirt (they are very lenient with the dress code and supportive of employee creativity) and help about five million people find buck cherry or michael buble or taproot cds.  it is usually dark when i leave.

she tells me i'm different than she is, because i don't just accept things.  "don't you ever get frustrated?" i ask her.  she says that yes, things suck sometimes, but she just does what she has to do. 

it is true that i don't accept that.  life needs to be meaningful, dripping with meaning and music and beauty.  i hate when it feels wasted.  i hate when time feels stolen from me.  but now i'm doing all right because i like making jokes with my pierced, wild-haired coworkers. 

but when the frustration rises in me.  that is what i need to write about, want to write about because it produces such a chaotic smoky jumble of words shouted inwardly, lighting-streaked screams and slashes.  when life doesn't understand my hidden longings. 

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