We’re manufactured girls, designed to be beautiful and pointless.
Everything we tell you has to be true, we feel we can open up to you.
We’re decorated and prepared for sacrifice.
We can touch your tender isolation and reinforce your inadequate truths.
We can mirror your internal struggles and help you shape your damnation.
You’ve caressed our powerless distress a thousand times, with sleep's dark hands.
Don’t feel your destroying something beautiful
You know, when privately accessible in the darkness of your man cave our soft, immediate shapes excuse extraordinary behavior.
That’s all we want. . . A song for this: Genesis. by RAYE
This is about the dark side of male fantasy - as far as I understand it. A comedian named Shaun Murphy has this joke, that’s always stuck in my mind: “The difference in the male and female *** drive, is like the difference between shooting a bullet and throwing it.” We (my generation) get to deal with the **** influence - a lot of guys have seen WAY too much fake sexuality and come to women with dark, unrealistic expectations.