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Philosophies Of An Insomniac
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Right. Next up is the one and only gender convention for
miss. She wiped me right, but I'm forgetting her already. Do
you doubt that she ever wore the dress in public without a
smile on her? God no. She has made it her duty for seven days
to wear that dress like an aging queen of hearts. I take her
cards and stick them all over her bedroom with my hand and
when she comes in I point to a card. "Read the card!" I say.
She starts to tremble at my harsh words, but I don't care
what she thinks because we are planetary creatures born for
fuck. "Open the cards!" I said, but she still dismisses my
proud words. "Why are the cards all over my wall Jane? Why
have you done this so proud?" I kick her. "Don't even suggest
that my minds eye is out of context sister. You struggle at
your own injustice several times a day and I don't even get a
blister." This is the last time Jane was spoken of in their
relationship full of angst made by their sanitary rules.
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"In the end it is impossible not to become what others think you are." - Julius Caesar
Last edited by Pale Gallery : 10-28-2007 at 03:23 AM.
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