Tuesday, April 8, 2003
I saw the little mermaid. I watched her walking in high-high, barely-there heels, each step a fresh jab of pain. Even she was allowed to choose her own pain. I wonder if she misses the ocean, her lovely long fin. This is the version where the prince is blind or cold, and she is more masochistic than suicidal.
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