6 March 2011
I never have understood this brand of non-conformity,
everyone building their own unique
from homologous blocks of vaguely varying hues;
differing degrees of sameness. The very pretty
people somnambulate to and fro scrutinizing;
assimilating bits of cleverly pieced cotton and ramie;
making their resulting congruence
a little less distinctive, a little more
just like everyone else.
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