Sonntag, 13. Mai 2007
Bubble gums.
They are the virgins of the night. Wearing bracelets of gold and paying checks with double-headed coins. Light-headed and thin-bodied. Occupuying early barstools and smiling thighs. Trees like lungs. Glitzy leafs reflecting the spotlight. Spinning into dizziness. Reddish eyes are closing and brains fade away. Not used to pursuing. Projecting confidence and crying under the eyelids. Constantly fighting the many legs of the spiders. But despite that zoo, they continue to exchange bubble gums.
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"Projecting confidence and crying under the eyelids"...All that feminist mumble made us, women, feel obliged to be strong and confident. Yet some of us would feel much better having a strong man beside, who would be confident enough for both of us. It is terribly difficult to find one however. That is why we have to pretend, keeping our vulnerability to ourselves. Men, remember about that and be good to us!
AntwortenLöschenI agree with Anna. Think about it!
AntwortenLöschenSometimes the girl and the boy are confident enough for both. But there is a hidden part in my ape-brain which agrees with you. So I am going to the gym tonight to be strong, very strong. By the end of this already fabulous summer you are going to be surprised to see me. And I will spread the news, that men should be good to women. xxx
AntwortenLöschenlove is safe enough on tv.
AntwortenLöschenThank you Lorelei:)
AntwortenLöschenAnd you Mr Bandy:) I do hope to see you. xxx