explode: May. 16, 2002 (8:27 pm)

in the middle of baudrillard's simulacra + simulation. and i don't know how i go back to being a true person. or if i am already. i don't know. i was thinking this the other night, my fear of being ordinary.

remember the story, the song, or the poem about the girl who wore a yellow ribbon around her neck. everyday, a yellow ribbon. and when she took it off her head rolled away. well i feel like that girl, with my red bracelet covering the ever conquering river of my wrist.

i feel...too dull, too normal. and am i just saying this to hear i am not?

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