megan dear - IT FLOWS. flows nicely. don't you know? aunt flow, the symbol of our womanhood cloaked in embarrassment. flowing free form like speech we can't ever get off our chests, because hey the only thing anyone is looking at are our chests. it's high school. that's right, high as a kite where everybody loves to live off of mommy and daddy's buck so they can fuck all of the pretty little girls bleaching their hair so they too can look pretty. beauty. it's that thing on the front of magazines. didn't you know? it only comes if you fit this size, this form, this level of intelligence. brains. what are those? oh, i'm sorry dear we only accept mastercard, visa, or discover here. but if you wait a second i can consult the manual and tell you what to do for that awful awful look. look, i'm sorry, there's not much we can do - daddy's out spending on his platinum for the platinum blonde highlights of our lives. cheap. it's that feeling of life. dirty. that's what you're called if you're different. if you dance different. if you can't flow. but you know, flow these days is just humping.]
in other words: beautiful.
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