seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the perfect surface. an event, we are, in hands held tightly in hands that are clammy, i got my quarters stuck in an X-men sticker dispenser but i was too embarassed to tell the check-out girl who was examining a grease spot on her apron, because i am thankful that i do not have stand in one place for hours on end, that i can move and dance and wiggle around when i have to go pee the sticker never came out when i turned the heavy, metal dial, it made two hollow clicking sounds- hollow like high heels down a shiny linoleum corridor, hollow like locking the front door late at night i thought about kicking this machine down, this little robot with the glass head flat on one side, rows of candy-colored stickers emblazoned with trademarks for eyes i thought about crying again, but it wouldn't be enough and was the sticker worth it? i could see myself peeling it carefully off the paper, sticking on one surface only to pull it off a minute later, unsure, trying to find the perfect place, sticking and pulling until the back would lose all its sticky power, only lint and bits of hair stuck onto the back or the edges curling up obscenely like a little girl pulling up her dress in public, i would never find the perfect surface, so i left my quarters and walked through the automatic doors as if i had somehow saved myself from sudden death 8:06 p.m. - 2002-05-08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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