you know the feeling! i dream about it night and day, about it hugging my sides, whispering tough secrets into my ear if i wear it with a dress and growling hooligan howls into my bones f i wear it with creepy creepers or glittering glamming 70's stripper platforms.
it would lead me to old dives and teach me to dance like a wildcat prowler, hissing and spitting punk lines to a jealous moon.
yes yes yes. yes yes yes. i almost found a perfect one in a seconhand store in either frisco or berkely i dont remember---- it was a bomber, perfectly worn, black, nubbly faux fur on the collar and spangled with zippers. it would have been mine but the armpits were too baggy.i was just short of crestfallen.
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