Saturday, July 30, 2016

So -- wear your exquisite heels: the inevitable Grave will not care about the shoes you wore as you walked inexorably towards it...


"Ms. Meadows, Clinically Depressed Therapist"

Most of my patients dress in dark, drab, loose-fitting clothing. They are hiding from themselves, they are hiding from other people, they are hiding and they are chronically depressed, but they ARE accurate....

People who wear bright colors and stylish cuts are trying to mask their despair in peacock feathers, hoping people won't notice the Abyss behind their blank Chanel eyes: Fashion is Therapy for the Rich...

To afford the clothing is to say you have accomplished something in this world, but depression fits in Gucci Bags and in Dollar-Store Straw Purses. Choosing Fashion is to let another person put their chains on you: more expensive chains, yes, but they will drag you to the bottom of the ocean like any other...

So -- wear your exquisite heels: the inevitable Grave will not care about the shoes you wore as you walked inexorably towards it...

I am very drunk, but I will drive to the Liquor Store to get more alcohol. It's OK, I make the drive drunk all the time...


I am Laslo.


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