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It's so rehearsed. The smile, gestures, and even the posture. If you look close enough you can see all the little details that were thrown out on the massive, old-growth, over polished table of a business meeting before being intellectually raped by men with strong American names. Bob. John. Tim. All in custom tailored suits and ties.
The ideas that tasted right in thier heavy-set mouths found a way onto her body, through some company or designer.
I wonder if she knows she's made of the fantasies of 40/50-something aggressive intellectuals. The ones that run the country.
I stare. And you elbow me in the ribs.
"Goddamnit, quit staring at other girls."
Hah, hah. I'm seeing something negative in a picture perfect girl and you're wearing your insecurities on your face. After being so lost in thought your pouted lip and selfish eyes demand absolute attention.
I could take hours to explain it all and you'd still give me a skeptical look.
So I don't say anything.
Why bother? Why waste the breath and time to find ourselves back to banal attenuation?
"You're such an a*****e." you say and I have to force myself not to laugh.
This is our history. Cracks in the sidewalk turn into canyons that could still be bridged with a couple of words if we tried hard enough to be real. But who the ******** wants to work on a weekend?
Who wants to work at all, for that matter?
O, romance.
O, tragedy.
O, mother ******** emotion.
I wish I could feel something.
- by Fkn Apathy |
- Non Fiction
- | Submitted on 11/11/2008 |
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- Title: Cute.
- Artist: Fkn Apathy
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- Date: 11/11/2008
- Tags: cute
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- x-Jitty-x - 12/03/2008
- I really like it, it's painfully truthful. =)
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