mainsqueeze's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- free Did you know, when you were fresh-pink and freckled, flowered nightgown and bare feet, did you know then? What your life would unfold into? Did you know with the brown stuffed dog clutched under one arm (his name was Muttsy but you changed it to Bruce in the seventh grade) that someday you would feel really and truly like a woman, like a sweet and gentle siren in the night? Did you? When you were a baby, still, fine red down on your legs and front teeth you hadn't grown into, the ugly Easter hats your mother made you wear and the doll called Miranda or Dorothy, based on your mood? Oh, Peter Pan, little girl, your body was made for beautiful things, for sweaty and screaming and breath like storm clouds, this is what you were bred for, this is what you do. This is your life bearing down on you like the rumble on the train tracks, this is your youth, stupid. Beautiful and free, beautiful and free... 5:51 a.m. - 2007-04-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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