Blond hair in a mohawk, the band around his forehead, bangs falling down and over. The red hatch marks--almost gone native--under his right eye. Shirt off and black pants. Multiple piercings in the ears, glittering triple industrial piercing, crossed.
The pressed tattoos--wiccan symbols crushed against pale skin.
The girl with black and red hair. The pierced eyebrows, and black--so much black. Like the chieftain's daughter.
Haunted by a song? Haunted by a notion that you absolutely must do this.
The two drunken lesbians...heh.
Get into a car with two people you don't know. And one you barely do. How do you know each other? We're mental arts people.
And the black boy, in tights and a pleated skirt, held with the black and silver belt, ripped mesh shirt and all the lines on their faces, like war paint. Some kind of clan mask, in tangled mobs of x's under their eyes.
His hair was curly, an Afro against his head.
What is it with Alexander?
Delight in the little wonders...
Envision a past from a different perspective.
When do you begin to believe and when do you begin to forget--
What did I want to have happen?
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