dark brown dye, black leather, hard liquor, faux fur, cheap pumps. are all of your dreams coming true? fisheye lens, messy facial hair, fast food. your enchanted youth, your high school mediocrity. do you feel all grown up now? art school, red lipstick, studs, skin on skin in drunken splendor. you can trace over my lines, you can follow my every move, you can watch when you think no one is looking but, though i am flattered, you will never be me. i’m sorry.