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I live vicariously through anonymity. The convex mirror LCD flat-screen deflates apprehension and balloons confidence I jump feet first through the looking glass slipper; which will turn to pumpkin just before dawn. I am not Cinderella. I am just another Guy Fawkes impersonator with “V” tattooed on my heart-strings. Just another harbinger like the Plutonian bird perched upon a pallid bust sent to whisper: “nevermore”
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Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 9:34 PM UTC
Vicarious
I live vicariously through anonymity. The convex mirror LCD flat-screen deflates apprehension and balloons confidence I jump feet first through the looking glass slipper; which will turn to pumpkin just before dawn. I am not Cinderella. I am just another Guy Fawkes impersonator with “V” tattooed on my heart-strings. Just another harbinger like the Plutonian bird perched upon a pallid bust sent to whisper: “nevermore”
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