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My neck hurts from the curves that come when I exert, enough energy to network with these nerds and increase my net worth, she’s an alcoholic hanging out at the bar I’m a workaholic raising the bar, so take a guess at who’s efforts are worth more, anyways here we are, or rather there we were, since I’m with another girl now, and no longer with her, I’m with a girl I met on Venice Beach, who wears tattoos on both arms like sleeves, which is ironic since that’s also where she wears her heart, at any rate I’m with a girl I met on Venice Beach, we had dinner then had *** a typical set of activities on any given night in this city, and after she finished she said I’d crossed a line, and she proceeded to tell me a story, of how she’d been gang ***** a few years ago, and how she still carries what had been done to her around, about how she’d been drugged up then **** fckt, then left alone bruise faced ****** assed on the ground, no reason to sugar coat it, men can be fcking disgusting, that’s why if I was a woman I’d be a lesbian, and I don’t mean that in any way that’s funny, we spoke in our awkward line crossed post *** sweat, laying there exhausted on my bed, we talked about how men are such conflicted creatures, how they can be so nice on the surface but so mean with *** how most of them are just looking for a place to stick it in, and how sickening that fact is especially since I’m one of those ******** and she left my house soon after but I didn’t expect her to stay, especially since everything we’d begun to make had already turned into a disaster, and as she disappeared into the night, on a bike as black as the sky, I thought about how she reminded me, of the Girl With The Dragon Tattoo and why… ∆ LaLux ∆
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Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 1:34 PM UTC
The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo
My neck hurts from the curves that come when I exert, enough energy to network with these nerds and increase my net worth, she’s an alcoholic hanging out at the bar I’m a workaholic raising the bar, so take a guess at who’s efforts are worth more, anyways here we are, or rather there we were, since I’m with another girl now, and no longer with her, I’m with a girl I met on Venice Beach, who wears tattoos on both arms like sleeves, which is ironic since that’s also where she wears her heart, at any rate I’m with a girl I met on Venice Beach, we had dinner then had *** a typical set of activities on any given night in this city, and after she finished she said I’d crossed a line, and she proceeded to tell me a story, of how she’d been gang ***** a few years ago, and how she still carries what had been done to her around, about how she’d been drugged up then **** fckt, then left alone bruise faced ****** assed on the ground, no reason to sugar coat it, men can be fcking disgusting, that’s why if I was a woman I’d be a lesbian, and I don’t mean that in any way that’s funny, we spoke in our awkward line crossed post *** sweat, laying there exhausted on my bed, we talked about how men are such conflicted creatures, how they can be so nice on the surface but so mean with *** how most of them are just looking for a place to stick it in, and how sickening that fact is especially since I’m one of those ******** and she left my house soon after but I didn’t expect her to stay, especially since everything we’d begun to make had already turned into a disaster, and as she disappeared into the night, on a bike as black as the sky, I thought about how she reminded me, of the Girl With The Dragon Tattoo and why… ∆ LaLux ∆
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Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 1:34 PM UTC
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