dimensions pony I know what you look like, but I can't perceive your dimensions in relation to mine, for I've never seen them in the third. I've faced years of consequences for my addictions and obsessions: some quantifiable, some forgettable, others painfully undeniable. You were among the third. Back again, and perhaps not lost at all if patience and persistence are involved. Pony is two sides of the same coin, one admired, one disdained. I no longer wear it in public. I say it's about my hair, but it's much more than that. It's lazy, it's ugly, it's inattentive and intolerant. I've been called many things. Pull it back, look close, and it's my obsession with the perception of being loved. 240219 what's it to you? who go blather from