from the stale taste of recycled air
[image: strokethyfrost]
i am no more a stranger to you than you are, to me. apparently, I can be read like a children's book. You know my name and where I live. Your sustenance of hearsay white picket fences, shields and protects your sense of self worth and integrity. I think you might be missing out.
posted by Melba Toast @ 5:05 PM
1 Comments:
ahh..but my sense of self worth is such a fragile thing, based only upon the acceptance of others (with those others being the deparment of microbiology and immunology! OH!)
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