Fixes
No people with weird noses left. No one with sunken eyes. No gnome-like stranger at the railway station. With crooked noses getting fixed, face-lifts and cheek contouring being done in the lunch break hour, everyone is looking 'good'. Everyone is looking the same. There is something not right here. Weirdos look good. I would never have my chipped tooth fixed. I like it. Its me. Its me dancing naked in a bathroom to imagined songs. It me falling on my face, cutting my lip and chipping my tooth while red red blood makes a pool on the white marble floor. Scarred knees. Its not that great in a lil dress. But its me! The dress is me and so are the knees. I like people on benches to scare children. I like celebrities that look different. OK, but then there is Barbara Streisand too. I guess I am not being fair. But there is still something wrong there.
