mirror, with all things exotic behind me, a Mai Tai and a new man by my side. All very lush and sugary sweet. And then my reality would be a numb exterior, filled with dust piling on my dresser, my sheets filled with bed bugs and hair full of lice. I would have to cut my phone cables, shut myself off from the world, which would be full of colour and joy and makeup and peace. I would be without man, and would let my babies eat me, my nutritious, crumbling and detritus-like body wilting like a red rose left without water, still holding its shape with perfection but drying and crisping like cured meat. I think I’ll make myself a drink. I think Burt Bacharach’s “What the world needs now is love” will do. On the record player. The only thing, there’s just too little of….
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