somebody stop me

The weather has Changed, so it’s time for me to spend many hours and many monies on new pieces of cloth for my flesh suit, while meanwhile, other primates are naked. I hunt for Clothes that will change me, cement me, re-invent me, support me, Be me, subtle but not, new but old, Mom but young, cool but traditional but caring but not, in a Dress. The clothes will solve all problems, and fit this moment, but no other. Next year, I’ll pull them from my closet and look at them like strangers. WHO ARE YOU? I’ll ask them. I WAS YOU, whisper the buttons.

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