Friday, February 02, 2007

Honey Blackheart

Punk rock girl. Uncomfortable in her skin. Pretty girl dolled down. Coming into her own. She thinks she's there, but she's not. She's just begun, and it's clear. Those early signs. Sparks of inspiration. Pop. Fizzle. Singe. Scars of it will contribute to the character of her beauty later in life, when you will find her at the end of a trail of broken hearts.

But not quite yet. Not now.

For now, she's buried under thrift store steals. Poorly applied makeup. It's intentional (but it's not). She's getting there. You could see it if you were a futurist...