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Ugh, Monday. Its done.
Tomorrow I hopefully am getting my hair cut. I'll cry, its so hard to get rid of long hair. I've always felt that your hair is an extension of yourself, it lives along with you, as a separate symbolic entity. The ends of my hair, thats Alex and shredded fishnets and a long long time of unnecessary low self esteem, jealousy and apathetic anger. So of course I'll be upset getting rid of it, but it needs to happen. All those thoughts tangled up in that black follicle-d mess, kept too close, too long, need to be severed.
I've always wanted a gallery room to myself. With all the hair that I have collected thats fallen out, or been pulled out on my brush, ratted up and pulled long into nests and lengths of hair with other items sewn in: keys, feathers, doll parts, pens, splattered ink and paint. It would be stretched along the walls of the room, a very thin layer, built like a rope. Parts may even be braided into a stretched, fraying rope.
Tomorrow I hopefully am getting my hair cut. I'll cry, its so hard to get rid of long hair. I've always felt that your hair is an extension of yourself, it lives along with you, as a separate symbolic entity. The ends of my hair, thats Alex and shredded fishnets and a long long time of unnecessary low self esteem, jealousy and apathetic anger. So of course I'll be upset getting rid of it, but it needs to happen. All those thoughts tangled up in that black follicle-d mess, kept too close, too long, need to be severed.
I've always wanted a gallery room to myself. With all the hair that I have collected thats fallen out, or been pulled out on my brush, ratted up and pulled long into nests and lengths of hair with other items sewn in: keys, feathers, doll parts, pens, splattered ink and paint. It would be stretched along the walls of the room, a very thin layer, built like a rope. Parts may even be braided into a stretched, fraying rope.