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The first time I saw the other girl, I was standing on one side of the high street. Because it was the end of September, and we were in Britain, it was raining, but the main bulk of water had passed before lunch, so all that was left was the kind of rain that's annoying in its intermittency. I watched her look in both directions and then cross the road, stepping carefully through the pool of mingled rainwater and rainbow engine oil in the bus bay. She was unusual, not just because she wasn't carrying a handbag, or wearing a coat, but because she was dressed in a chain mail and leather dress, and leggings. The second strange thing was that no

My head does not want to befriend reality Persisting as it refuses to deal with normality Disgusted I am with all forms of humanity Society gave me nothing and everything but amity I cannot hear, see nor can I talk due to my fatuity But still I remain the loyal loving widow of civility A tear didn't move them, I doubt my scream's dexterity Looking at me, all they see is Lucifer's vanity Somewhere in an abyss I lost my reason for Sanity Suffocating under the dead sea of all formality While eating me alive; the cannibalistic irregularity Thursday, February 02, 2012 5.33 AM