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How quickly these false walls seem to fall, impregnable to indifference. For what it really is? Visibility is low, and i miss my old ways.
And their beautiful faces don't compare to these, shallow and shale, angered with stupidity and ignorance. I can throw my leg over my knee, rock a little, trying to ignore it. But when she asks me what every other word means, to strew concepts in third dimension because her brain lacks the component to do so. Why old movies interest me, shitty paintings dot the floor. How come so many books are by the same authors or even why there's so many in the first place. How come my tv is so small and i can barley afford electricity. Why i like Chopin more than Beethoven, hes not quite as "famous", a "rip off" even? Why i wear the same clothes from high school and grow my hair long, why don't i have a real job or love her fully? Sure she can fuck, tits mediocre, swagger of hips churning static lullaby. But my mind wanders, thinking of them, knowing their not mine to have, not now, not in fantasy, not ever.
And i can shake it off with a couple drinks, pulls at the bong. But getting 27 year old sluts drunk and naked with Vinny in my backyard wasn't quite what i was aiming for.
And their beautiful faces don't compare to these, shallow and shale, angered with stupidity and ignorance. I can throw my leg over my knee, rock a little, trying to ignore it. But when she asks me what every other word means, to strew concepts in third dimension because her brain lacks the component to do so. Why old movies interest me, shitty paintings dot the floor. How come so many books are by the same authors or even why there's so many in the first place. How come my tv is so small and i can barley afford electricity. Why i like Chopin more than Beethoven, hes not quite as "famous", a "rip off" even? Why i wear the same clothes from high school and grow my hair long, why don't i have a real job or love her fully? Sure she can fuck, tits mediocre, swagger of hips churning static lullaby. But my mind wanders, thinking of them, knowing their not mine to have, not now, not in fantasy, not ever.
And i can shake it off with a couple drinks, pulls at the bong. But getting 27 year old sluts drunk and naked with Vinny in my backyard wasn't quite what i was aiming for.