(no subject)
"let me begin by reintroducing myself--
alexandra supertramp."
pleased to meet you.
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IS IT TIME to come out of hiding? To stop covering my face and eyes, to raise my face to the sun: I want no longer to be this strange, scared skittering thing.
Once, I was brave. Fearless, even--fearless to the point of foolhardiness. Nothing could touch me, do you hear me?... Nothing. I ran down the streets of New York and in the hidden labyrinths below. I free-climbed the Triborough Bridge, the Flushing Towers, saw the city below me laid out and lit up like it was my kingdom, all the little lights blinking hundreds of feet below me... I was fast, agile, strong & climbing buildings carrying my own bodyweight in cameras and spray cans, outrunning cops with a cigarette in my mouth, a Nefertiti of graffiti...
And now. Look in the mirror, disconnect between face and mind. Too much hair. Too many pimples. Too many fucking scars. When did you start wearing makeup, start caring what you look like when you walk out the door? You are fooling yourself, if you think you can pretend your way pretty.
alexandra supertramp."
pleased to meet you.
*
IS IT TIME to come out of hiding? To stop covering my face and eyes, to raise my face to the sun: I want no longer to be this strange, scared skittering thing.
Once, I was brave. Fearless, even--fearless to the point of foolhardiness. Nothing could touch me, do you hear me?... Nothing. I ran down the streets of New York and in the hidden labyrinths below. I free-climbed the Triborough Bridge, the Flushing Towers, saw the city below me laid out and lit up like it was my kingdom, all the little lights blinking hundreds of feet below me... I was fast, agile, strong & climbing buildings carrying my own bodyweight in cameras and spray cans, outrunning cops with a cigarette in my mouth, a Nefertiti of graffiti...
And now. Look in the mirror, disconnect between face and mind. Too much hair. Too many pimples. Too many fucking scars. When did you start wearing makeup, start caring what you look like when you walk out the door? You are fooling yourself, if you think you can pretend your way pretty.