1. the only strange women i talk to these days are bartenders. scale behind my back weighing her truths against her craft. the flash of teeth, rehearsed, yet fluently coy. aroused only by the pull of tips.
2. i have nothing honest to say that doesn't sound desperate.
3. today it's my turn to confuse the sweat we made for love.
4. when a woman who has neither kissed nor slept with you uses the word "sweet" to describe you or something you've done it can be read as the backhanded acceptance of a compliment. equal parts cute and pathetic.
-lfm
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manifesto goes something like: feelings are gross. we should be making art and revolution instead of thinking about feelings. and even when the art is about feelings, at least we're making it and not crying or punching walls. oh, and muses are bullshit.
- Anti-feelings Campaign
- Chicago, IL, United States
- lamon and samantha will probably be sleeping on couches for the rest of their lives.
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