imagine the horror of being a doll. straight, unbending arms and legs violently sewn onto an overstuffed fabric torso. you have no neck and your head is flat as a pancake, stitched on by some industrial garment machine with a carbon fiber four-inch needle. your eyes are glass nubs hazy and dull from rubbing against a million other discombobulated nasal, oral, and ocular organs shipped in the same box. they name you candace and sell you as a birthday present for some 4-year-old girl. find candace is the sound of your life - a hapless doll in a petulant child’s Read more on Last.fm.
