A blond lock is usually worn by some over an eye by some till nose, but there is one blond lock imagine where? - In my head. How can there be hair in one’s head? Easily. In my head. That’s not my lock of blond hair, but belongs to a Sanja from the sixth grade “a” So what? You’ll see what – when some day a lock of someone else’s hair gets inside your head a bit, and you become lost in thought, you freeze, and every so often… blush, start to bite your nails and hide your face and send secret notes, then you fill ill then torture yourself, then you study – but none of it makes sense. You confuse radish with rhomboids. You confuse nails with pyramids. You confuse butterflies with cities. And sports and handiwork. And ancient Greeks. And in desperation, you just don’t know what to do. Now you see what a blond lock means, when it’s running through your head for days, and turns a boy – a real hero into a wallflower and klutz.
Posted on: Sat, 08 Jun 2013 22:04:36 +0000
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