Saturday, March 28, 2009

erosion. corrosion. an aging butterfly.

I saw a 60 year old woman with pink balloon lips and yards of ratty hair extensions. Her eye lashes were clumped with mascara and her cheek-bone implants were uneven due to the many years of half-smiles and parade waves. 
She was Barbie's grandmother: the product of a misleading and material youth. 

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