Thursday, April 15, 2010

You can never hold back flings

Man: What can we say in forms of truth?
No, its not the way you say it.

Woman: I know its truth when your eyes are fixed.
Like mine.

Man: "You've got the black spot where it counts, right here"
(taps his chest)

Woman: No its not dead. Its just by now at this age, a female learns to think with her libido and fuck what her hearts says. The trauma of failure and the hope of a stranger downs her to bitter rings,
"The vertigo".

Man: I see....
So by now our pliant flings.. are piled into a script,
and thus we begin with our vices.

(They both look down at their empty Martini glasses)

Man:How's that working out for you?

(Woman waives down the waiter for another drink)

Woman: its not.

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