ROCK AND ROLL CHIC(K)

   i'm a

  nobody.

  who are

  you?

high voltage

my inner fairytale anti-heroine: she would never admit that she cares how she looks; she's got a reputation to maintain after all. she definitely doesn't care about clothes- she's always in those same jeans, the one all ripped and torn, faded w/ wear and tear. but her bathroom's plastered w/ pictures of famous women from Hollywood- waify, nonchalant movie stars w/ rosy cheeks and soft lips. the floor of her room is littered w/ lipstick tubes ( earth-angel pink and red red red are her favorites), mascara wands, purple eyeshadow palettes, and kohl pencils that she uses to line her lower lids. before bed, she tries on all sorts of faces. she pretends that she is somewhere else, someone else: a famous actress, maybe, an heiress, an exotic norwegian princess, an edwardian debutante; someone accomplished, someone beautiful............ afterward though, she washes her face clean so that no one would know that she was making grandiose plans to go places. its the end of summer and she's living in the middle of an empty expanse of land but she knows there's so much more out there-- big cities on the other side of the country, vast blue skies w/ their purple bellies full of rain that reach out toward an infinitude of forever.........

  one day she'll see them all, she's sure.

  bang

  bang

  BANG

  fruit

  of

knowledge