orgami's Diaryland Diary

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Mallwayz

synthetic fur collar from the kid sewn on my jacket...the commercial order makes them all same..same button pattern...this amazes me....its on the fake bomber with the shoulder padding from the nineties..worn and ragged shiny from wear.

walking in the new skater shoes..the tatoo pants wearing...cell phone in handy
case...faces and tiles....the new paint..the repairs..the walking walkers..the sales and clothes...sears free giorgio armani spray...

i used to dislike it when they stared...now i walk...i own myself..i dont gain nothing for belonging except me...but i see you....i care...i did and still do....they will steal your shadow if they can.....

i used to hate it to sit alone until all the others i wanted to be a part of gossiped and chewed away the goodness of lives put together from hardscrabble gain...

so i sit alone....drinking my coffee from the little shop that likes me..the girls pretty...young and not embittered...but hard..

maybe six foot two and two hundred five pounds isnt so bad after all...its always a dream walking in that mall..its always an awakening smoking while the flags fly above on the wall line at the roof...over the parking lot the traffic flows...the sun behind the clouds of late..the snow..the rains..the intolerable heat of luxuriant summer...

11:28 p.m. - 2014-03-03

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