Κυριακή, 19 Φεβρουαρίου 2012

Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets.

"You are an odd one. Write heaps of imaginative, sensitive rhetoric on your blog (with little or no feedback), post interestingly introspective psycho-masochistic quasi-poetry (non-rhyming), and have a good sense of humor. Perhaps you never quite fell in your own eyes? Perhaps never quite met a man of substance without a chewable center?"
I was the object for the week.

I secretly asked for feedback in my head, I guess. Got out to find it in a bar with your 3-hour-proposition. Enough to move her close enough to hit you. Enough to make him tell me stories the next day. I felt lucky in comparison. And steady enough to hold back my idea of an interesting night.

I've always forced me into emotions I didn't really feel, to no end. This is the end of phychosis.

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