Wednesday, 18 February 2009
Wednesday's Women No. 18
She knew she was deep. In fact, almost as deep as the mud puddle she was sitting in.
Her thoughts were original thoughts. She pondered death and spirits and skulls and crossbones. There were no thoughts in her head about school dances and prom dresses. Oh no, not for her were the simple pleasures of high school, oh no not for her.
After all she had pink hair and TATTOOS. She was unique.
She was so busy thinking her deep thoughts that she never realized that almost everyone else had pink hair too. And that in fact, a person was more unique in this day and age if they didn’t have their own personal license plate tattooed on their skin.