kamikazepilotgea

the original doll...(worn and torn music boxes play an out of tune melody)

this ball jointed maiden's legs have given out and her arms weigh her chest down until her fingers touch the ground
the image of her face is covered by a mass of black hair
this doll with no face, you can't see her, do you think she's alone? do you know if she's in love?
In that head of hers... what can she be thinking?
horses in a carousel riding in circles or maybe she's attempting to become a connoisseur of the worlds that lay through the looking glass
lost in a maze of broken hearts and badly mended repairs done by ...who else but me, lies this ball jointed maiden, the original doll, waiting...