she had a pretty affirmative loathing for hearing people’s answering machines.
particularly when she craved to hear their voice.
she read books by the writers she dreamed to be, people she admired though their life styles were really nothing notable. unless continuous intoxication was a category for the pulitzer. the actions of the characters disturbed her yet intrigued her. perhaps it was the glamour. perhaps it was their intense lack of concern for the effects of their actions on anyone else. where as she took the intricate time to ensure that no one was hurt, though it was ultimately inevitable. she envied their blase way of life.
yet not particularly so. she loved people. all people. and while the brash, brazen, and offensive attracted her it was more to understand than anything else. she had no desire to hate, no desire to destroy, but yet destruction romanced her with its sultry walk and mysterious eyes. she longed for it the way a fiancee longed for that one last glimmer of strange before his life completely changed. and she felt the conflict of those desires battling with her sense of purpose. it was a vicious duel, and no one was particularly getting anywhere.
she had a pretty affirmative loathing for hearing people’s answering machines.
particularly when she craved to hear their voice.
she read books by the writers she dreamed to be, people she admired though their life styles were really nothing notable. unless continuous intoxication was a category for the pulitzer. the actions of the characters disturbed her yet intrigued her. perhaps it was the glamour. perhaps it was their intense lack of concern for the effects of their actions on anyone else. where as she took the intricate time to ensure that no one was hurt, though it was ultimately inevitable. she envied their blase way of life.
yet not particularly so. she loved people. all people. and while the brash, brazen, and offensive attracted her it was more to understand than anything else. she had no desire to hate, no desire to destroy, but yet destruction romanced her with its sultry walk and mysterious eyes. she longed for it the way a fiancee longed for that one last glimmer of strange before his life completely changed. and she felt the conflict of those desires battling with her sense of purpose. it was a vicious duel, and no one was particularly getting anywhere.
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