The bearded Hatter

Before now,I lived a life of cants .I couldn’t wear hats and I couldn’t wear heels on a random day even though it made me feel pretty. I couldn’t have drinks with that guy and I couldn’t not like strawberries .
I want to say I now live a life of cans but I’d be lying. Though I reckon this story would be more moving if I had a tale of transformation .
Im wearing a hat tomorrow ,I’m wearing heels tomorrow. I’m gonna wear fur tomorrow(faux naturally). Needless to say I’m gonna have a lot on but the only person that should care is me.
This was brought on by a bearded hatter.He was cool in the new way.Where you have so much on and your jeans are ripped but you still seem dressed to the nines. I will call him authentic because original died ages ago. He didn’t need to say fuck societal expectation in the way that Rihanna had the” newer “cool kids saying.
I don’t turn a landmark age in the new year.Ill probably be on the roof with a bottle of snapple(I quit drinking) with a couple of strangers. Strangers seem fascinating to me.I like to look into the eyes of strangers. Especially the bearded strangers that seem to like art and metal and fashion and are blessed with minds that make the ocean jealous .
2014 seems like an awakening .Not to be the best I can be or any of that store bought affirmative bullshit but to be me.
Who are you going to be come the new year?Fuck the new year.Who are you going to be come tomorrow .

Honor Thyself


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