I have two shells and I'm trying to reverse them from where they've always lived in my body or on my body. Maybe I've changed the outer shell and it now feels like one of those paper flowers disk flowers there I can't remember what they're called it really popular when I was a kid and they're very frail and you can see through them and they're white and they're a little rough there not completely smooth but in places they are very smooth that's the outer shell (Lunaria annua) but inside inside I have this iron coded Center that is Unbreakable. Things passing cars would to yell at me -Have another donut- OR my dad saying "I think the problem is that you are like your mother very much like your mother." From Kate "you're going to die a lonely old woman"
It's an American belief that transformation is just around the next corner. Maybe a new place to live a new job a new car or for those less about possessions maybe yoga maybe wellbutrin meditation pot gardening veganism Ppl seem frail precious brittle want risk free lives and safety all the time. I fucking resent it. Safety?
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