I thought I would draw a picture of myself wearing lipstick. Mom or Dad cannot chastise me or spank me, bare ass, for this picture. They can’t see it, at least not now. Besides, are they ever going to come to the hospital or even Dylan’s townhouse to get me? I don’t think so. I feel so much after writing that letter even though it changes nothing. I may forgive the Gold Lady, but them? Ha?
I’d rather stare at the ceiling like I am in this picture and think. I like to call it meditation even though it freaks Dylan out because he thinks I’m blanking out. If I’m blanking out, at least I’m looking sexy with the lipstick while doing it.
When the Gold Lady meditates, she is seated in an upright position and her hands are always in perfect mudras. She has on bright lipstick but it’s an accessory only, not an enhancement. When I’m done meditating, I’m going to call the Gold Lady to get permission to reveal her beauty secrets.
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Tags: art, drawing, Resplendence, the Gold Lady
