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NEWS |
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An
Afghanistan woman waits in the corner massaging her privates
with pennies rolled in masses of about one hundred or so i
thought it was an Afghanistan woman waiting... until she
slowly lifted her head, and to my surprise, revealed that
she was a cold iron table and chair set. this lovely
matching duo was complete with one carnation of sorts
floating delicately in a pool of sweet smelling water in a
small indentation of the table's eggplant-shaded glass
surface. I've often been known to make this mistake. |
Maybe if my name
were different, i could be important. maybe if my eyes were
a different color, I would see things differently. Maybe if
I were a woman, I could love myself the way I long to be
loved. Maybe these things aren't as important as we make
them out to be, but give me a gun and I'll show you a good
time. BANG.....BANG.....BANG.....
.....the door opens |
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