The print of my dress reminds me of constellations and formations, the tiny grey dots cut short of stretching to improbability by the hem. A bolt of this fabric could create an amazing fallacy. I wonder if I lay very still, could I blend into the darkness around me, become a part of the night sky? But the light filtering through the windows reminds me that the grass is green, the fence is brown and that my lipstick is red. And colour is the scene tonight, streamers, ponchos and flashing lights trying to be atmospheric although most are paying homage to the Mexican theme with tequila. My red and black makes me look more vampire then mexican vamp.
Edward Norton once said "Every evening I died, and every evening I was born again, resurrected." Did he ever imagine his face being on a pinata?
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