Aug 2014
To be beautiful
Is to be almost dead,
Is it not?
Your voice is never heard,
'Cause your face talks too loud...
I hate who they think I am,
And as a result, I hate them.
That's why I don't like a lot of people--
*You see, it's their fault!
Is to be almost dead,
Is it not?
Your voice is never heard,
'Cause your face talks too loud...
I hate who they think I am,
And as a result, I hate them.
That's why I don't like a lot of people--
*You see, it's their fault!
Inspired by Penny Dreadful. A dialogue read...'To be beautiful is to be almost dead, isn't it? The lassitude of the perfect woman, the languid ease. The obeisance. Spirit trained, anemic, pale as ivory and weak as a kitten.'
This had me thinking...
This had me thinking...
(Mumbai, India)
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