i probably already like you.
dear lost love found wanting,
when it comes to fashion and as if a differentiation from such were
absolutely necessary: everything else... you's got me pinned. you got
me pinned good. i'm starting to really like it. my scale Is
extremely delicate, you are right, ze hat would assuredly transport me
to bizzarro world, ramshackle my whole ensemble, and i'd be the outcast there, up w/ everyone down.
i make pretty good use of what i have, tho, am pragmatic, a crumb
snatcher, the things i collect, frenetically (kind've really make me
wonder about who the hell i am when i find that it is other people who
are looking at them. them blue plastic rings you tear from the nozzle
of a water jug so that cap can snap off, that is in one or more of my
pocket at any given time, they look as if been chewed up, they tweedy
and dilapidated, and they only look that way b/c they actually Have
been chewed up. and for whatever reason you will also find in my
pockets a plethora of these minisculed blue specks of plastic, a great
many of those... and if you were patient, if locked in a cell w/ only
yr pocket if a crackpot, undiscipled alchemist like so forced to face
yr stuttered gifts having funneled them into the wrong taproots alla
yr life if so like that then could work all night by gusty wick at the
sorry blue strip and the tiny blue flecks (which, looks as if been
chewed loose of the sorry blue strip (which, they have... if could
work at them, and in say the morning light hold up yr creation to the
sun shafts mooning thru the bars, well... you would be amazed.. you
would have yourself, intact, one'a them blue plastic rings you tear
from the nozzle of a water jug so that cap can snap off.

it was yr first experiment, things will get even more exciting as they
go, and not too mention bizzarely predictable? like a hummingbird in
yr periferal. he's going to say it: JUST like a hummingbird in yr
periferal!

iiiiiii like it!