perhaps if I’d been daddy’s little
princess apple of his eye bounce on his
knee destined to fall from the family
tree complete some man’s theory
tessellate with his wanton shape at
fillmore ease inside this skin less akin
to a bargain been open for any hand to
rummage deep take a piece cheap and not
careless perhaps a few more or bless
isn’t she lovely and I’d know that
beauty is only skin-deep rubs off at the
exfoliating hand of time grinds away as
grand girls mutate into helium balloons
floating away a slip of the finger and
then knowing that our wingless nature
becomes a growing concern we cannot fly
to catch what is lost and as the lines
and creases form like tied marks left
after the air burn flow of lovers come
and gone why do I obsess over burying
them the flotsam and jetsam of spider
veins red legs spreading around open pit
pause was it that I found my dad’s dirty
mags under his bed with perfect
porcelain perks and open pouts ready to
suck out the marrow and core of knowing
I was something more than just a doll a
figurehead on a ship of fools carrying a
cargo of sugar and spice and all things
superficial it’s official my name’s
Claire and I’m age r x’q sick the
thought of running evermore up a moving
flight of stairs the floor of aesthetic
perfection unreachable my brain
unteachable for now at least an preach’
both about the bliss of surrender to the
inevitable glenda that awaits to whisk
away our youth the truth is unless heads
turn when I enter a room an only beauty
will seem to do I could try smelling of
poo noses may turn heads then but when
porn mixed with Disney crap is all
swirling around when it’s bound to need
appreciative glances the chances of
allowing for example unwanted facial
hair a slant indeed and girls take heed
if you should find what I’d like to call
a straight
eyebrow lurking on your upper lip or
worse your chin for God’s sake leave it
in hell hath no fury like a diabolical
follicle relieved of its stalk talk
about up in the ante it will come back
rallying its friends and it all ends in
five o’clock shadow a second mortgage or
more to pay for all-out laser war but
until vogue is replaced with vague or
push gently how my comfort zone of make
up and die try facing the postman in all
my scrubbed Morning Glory and when he
takes a sharp intake of breath and asked
if I’m okay I’ll say with pride or at
least pretend it’s pride hey I can’t
hide who I really am and no I’m not ill
then thanks for the phone bill I have a
very nice personality I’ll begin to shun
conventionality resist the lure of pure
bovine derived toxin to paralyze parts
of my face peel away from the interlaced
pain of childhood invisibility see all
clocks telling the timers now and
somehow accept whatever state and not
hate this vehicle of meat that carries
around whatever we want to call this
sentient collection of chemical
reactions and know that physical
attractions tend to have more to do with
actions than anything else anyway when
they were boys Allen’s brothers used to
play with toys worlds imagined destroyed
he-man spud gun even the Millennium
Falcon but Allen was different he stood
out from the norm what the hell is wrong
with his mother would scorned have no
idea Pamela but I’m in no doubt it’s
just a fad you see the thing that was
driving the Wilmots mad was that it
seemed dovetailed in for their sons
nature to actually want to be an item of
furniture his static stance was noted
early on
he’d crouched down beside the couch with
nothing but cushions on hours and hours
would be wild away and in the same
position he would stay and at dinner
time he’d declare going firmly
against his human grain that he felt
more akin to fabric and wood and when
as his teens flushed out his childhood
the spud guns ammunition spent the
rejection in he man’s ego more than just
a dent girls became his brothers passion
smooth bodies became heavier in fashion
consumed substances revealed that their
consciousness had multiple floors while
Allen experimented with becoming a chest
of drawers he struggled though to settle
and find inner peace he tried a dressing
table a wardrobe and finally a
mantelpiece and he was in this state
when his great aunt Myrtle died she’d
been old isolated and now her funeral
only really her daughter pride it wasn’t
long before her will was read earthly
materials handed out no longer needed
now that she was dead and that was when
it came into their lives their home was
Shea’s long fake walnuts we are posted
with cheap jacquard and memory foam but
to Allen it was a thing of utter beauty
such feelings he’d never experienced
himself and is he gazed upon it as a
mantelpiece he said when I look at you I
want to touch my shelf brilliant late
comer but to regard just wasn’t enough
he had to be this thing to really
experience a state of self love so that
was it he legally changed his status
Allen was gone
it made national news the headline man
becomes shave long his parents were
utterly perplexed his mother sought
psychological help to see if his ways
could be flexed the shrink asked many
questions and pondered notions of ninh
ability to cope with reality and the
full range of human emotions she asked
about early childhood experiences had
there been any untoward into
winces no nothing extraordinary came to
light
Alan was uncatted erisa below right
she’d heard of course of those being
gender misaligned had even heard of
someone who felt more comfortable
relating as the feline kind his father
chipped in you don’t think it’s
something to do with his brain you know
the science of the neuro Oh
mind you you don’t think if Denis was
conceived up against the Bureau this
idea was rejected as soon as it had been
made and in the end it was decided that
Alan was happy and that nothing need be
done
you see the problem parents often have
said dr. Valarie bun is that they
project their own version of acceptable
on to their young and the solution comes
when acceptance is given regardless of
behavioral type or however mad you’ve
been driven you see the answer is not to
love the child that you want but the one
that you’ve been given [Applause]
princess apple of his eye bounce on his
knee destined to fall from the family
tree complete some man’s theory
tessellate with his wanton shape at
fillmore ease inside this skin less akin
to a bargain been open for any hand to
rummage deep take a piece cheap and not
careless perhaps a few more or bless
isn’t she lovely and I’d know that
beauty is only skin-deep rubs off at the
exfoliating hand of time grinds away as
grand girls mutate into helium balloons
floating away a slip of the finger and
then knowing that our wingless nature
becomes a growing concern we cannot fly
to catch what is lost and as the lines
and creases form like tied marks left
after the air burn flow of lovers come
and gone why do I obsess over burying
them the flotsam and jetsam of spider
veins red legs spreading around open pit
pause was it that I found my dad’s dirty
mags under his bed with perfect
porcelain perks and open pouts ready to
suck out the marrow and core of knowing
I was something more than just a doll a
figurehead on a ship of fools carrying a
cargo of sugar and spice and all things
superficial it’s official my name’s
Claire and I’m age r x’q sick the
thought of running evermore up a moving
flight of stairs the floor of aesthetic
perfection unreachable my brain
unteachable for now at least an preach’
both about the bliss of surrender to the
inevitable glenda that awaits to whisk
away our youth the truth is unless heads
turn when I enter a room an only beauty
will seem to do I could try smelling of
poo noses may turn heads then but when
porn mixed with Disney crap is all
swirling around when it’s bound to need
appreciative glances the chances of
allowing for example unwanted facial
hair a slant indeed and girls take heed
if you should find what I’d like to call
a straight
eyebrow lurking on your upper lip or
worse your chin for God’s sake leave it
in hell hath no fury like a diabolical
follicle relieved of its stalk talk
about up in the ante it will come back
rallying its friends and it all ends in
five o’clock shadow a second mortgage or
more to pay for all-out laser war but
until vogue is replaced with vague or
push gently how my comfort zone of make
up and die try facing the postman in all
my scrubbed Morning Glory and when he
takes a sharp intake of breath and asked
if I’m okay I’ll say with pride or at
least pretend it’s pride hey I can’t
hide who I really am and no I’m not ill
then thanks for the phone bill I have a
very nice personality I’ll begin to shun
conventionality resist the lure of pure
bovine derived toxin to paralyze parts
of my face peel away from the interlaced
pain of childhood invisibility see all
clocks telling the timers now and
somehow accept whatever state and not
hate this vehicle of meat that carries
around whatever we want to call this
sentient collection of chemical
reactions and know that physical
attractions tend to have more to do with
actions than anything else anyway when
they were boys Allen’s brothers used to
play with toys worlds imagined destroyed
he-man spud gun even the Millennium
Falcon but Allen was different he stood
out from the norm what the hell is wrong
with his mother would scorned have no
idea Pamela but I’m in no doubt it’s
just a fad you see the thing that was
driving the Wilmots mad was that it
seemed dovetailed in for their sons
nature to actually want to be an item of
furniture his static stance was noted
early on
he’d crouched down beside the couch with
nothing but cushions on hours and hours
would be wild away and in the same
position he would stay and at dinner
time he’d declare going firmly
against his human grain that he felt
more akin to fabric and wood and when
as his teens flushed out his childhood
the spud guns ammunition spent the
rejection in he man’s ego more than just
a dent girls became his brothers passion
smooth bodies became heavier in fashion
consumed substances revealed that their
consciousness had multiple floors while
Allen experimented with becoming a chest
of drawers he struggled though to settle
and find inner peace he tried a dressing
table a wardrobe and finally a
mantelpiece and he was in this state
when his great aunt Myrtle died she’d
been old isolated and now her funeral
only really her daughter pride it wasn’t
long before her will was read earthly
materials handed out no longer needed
now that she was dead and that was when
it came into their lives their home was
Shea’s long fake walnuts we are posted
with cheap jacquard and memory foam but
to Allen it was a thing of utter beauty
such feelings he’d never experienced
himself and is he gazed upon it as a
mantelpiece he said when I look at you I
want to touch my shelf brilliant late
comer but to regard just wasn’t enough
he had to be this thing to really
experience a state of self love so that
was it he legally changed his status
Allen was gone
it made national news the headline man
becomes shave long his parents were
utterly perplexed his mother sought
psychological help to see if his ways
could be flexed the shrink asked many
questions and pondered notions of ninh
ability to cope with reality and the
full range of human emotions she asked
about early childhood experiences had
there been any untoward into
winces no nothing extraordinary came to
light
Alan was uncatted erisa below right
she’d heard of course of those being
gender misaligned had even heard of
someone who felt more comfortable
relating as the feline kind his father
chipped in you don’t think it’s
something to do with his brain you know
the science of the neuro Oh
mind you you don’t think if Denis was
conceived up against the Bureau this
idea was rejected as soon as it had been
made and in the end it was decided that
Alan was happy and that nothing need be
done
you see the problem parents often have
said dr. Valarie bun is that they
project their own version of acceptable
on to their young and the solution comes
when acceptance is given regardless of
behavioral type or however mad you’ve
been driven you see the answer is not to
love the child that you want but the one
that you’ve been given [Applause]
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