Let me tell you 'bout the Moody Blues

Sometimes, the moody blues takes over and you're stuck in Plato's Allegory of the Cave all over again.

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These phases can last you a couple of weeks, until you've either gotten a major embolism in the brain due to your inactive state of self-pity, and you stay like a vegetable forever weighing the options, or an epiphany occurs in the shower as you're standing there in your birthday suit after hearing a great Sinatra tune out the window, cause on sundays people like to blast their tunes out of their car radios and you finally change your ways. For now. Thats why we call it phases.

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You think what you see is reality, yet it really isn't, my friends. You try to replace your rich ideas which could bring you further with distracting fast-food-nation-instant-gratification shadows, be it double double cheeseburgers and snapeas to vanilla rooibos tea latte's with soy milk to mind boggling Scrabble games to humans, which is probably the least productive option (but in the least, they don't amount to your butt augmenting in size..oh monde cruel).

Oh those shadows.

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jacket, vintage
top, Motel Rocks
skirt, vintage
stockings c/o daddyz
boots, Miista
fetish choker, ebay
sunglasses, Chanel