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~ Here, There, or Anywhere? ~ | |
I can't begin to go There.
So I'll start Here.
Meaning right In Here. With me.
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~ I'm so Post Minima now ~ |
So let's just come out and say it.
I mean sometimes I can just glide across the river of deNile like nobody's business. Back and forth, back and forth.
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~ like it's tea time with the beautiful people ~ |
Yeah, and I fit right in...
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~ Really? ~ |
Nah, I don't think so. And I don't want to really. Yes, really. But this aging thing is a bitch. And no matter how feminist I (cl)aim to be, I can still go under over it.
Just when I reconcile/ adjust/ surrender to the fact of one thing, another thing comes along. And it is endless. Well, hah, not quite. It all ends when I do. And that is sobering. In a good way. Like the power of negative thinking. If you keep doing it to it's logical end, it becomes laughable in its petty ridiculousness.
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~ the Lady Steps Back to Regroup ~ |
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~ And the Lady Takes Charge ~ |
...of what she can. Like she's wearing the
Petunia Dress made from a
Tina Givens pattern, Constellation Knee Socks from
Sox Dreams, and very, very old navy suede boots from who knows where.
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~ ah, yes you can see them here ~ |