Gravity Check
The autobiography of a fleeting life.
Friday, November 11, 2011
A letter from my mental jail cell:
Some days I really wish I had cat eyes. Two perfect marbles sitting in the craters of my face with a sunburst of color laid beneath.
Instead they are white and sometimes red and sometime blue.
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