You can tell…
You can tell… That this grand classic of an illustration ….
Depicts a woman and her crummy alter ego forty years down the road. That woman is me. Because if I do not vent here I will end up looking and feeling like the old hag part. Age is descending past the turbulent roads of life, slowly but surely descending not unlike a Damocles sword ready to split the cranium into a metamorphosed hag of a moth. But not only that… I don’t think L’Oreal beauty creams will suffice to smooth the crows feet and tone down the fine lines that will stretch under my eyes, at the corners of my mouth… I believe that happy old people look younger and younger mad hags look older… I am the epitome of the younger mad hag…
Welcome to my world….
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