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Jan 17, 2010
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PSUEDO-SATISFACTION
She's frigid, he's truculent -secretly lamenting the falsehood of their lives,milking the breast of promiseson the inadequacy of broken ties,succumbing to the numbness -the failure to live or to die. Stained sheets of longinglovers' fetid cries,the gracious, transmuting magic lost,on fraudulent feelings,stifled sighs. the living and partly living*"lovely all the time!" she liesThe nano secondsof knowing -the inherent loss of staying - or saying goodbye... BjR 17 January '09
* T.S. Eliot
* T.S. Eliot
— Bonitaj, Jan 17, 2010
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Kailashana
16 years 4 months ago
Lol. Pseudo satisfaction.
weirdelf
16 years 4 months ago
I appreciate the nihilistic
Bonitaj
16 years 4 months ago
Hi Jess!
weirdelf
16 years 4 months ago
I would either make it more obviously
Bonitaj
16 years 4 months ago
gottcha!
weirdelf
16 years 4 months ago
ah! just remembered what my girlfiend would have said
lyz
16 years 4 months ago
Dear Boni
kowque
16 years 4 months ago
hmmm…now i am scared to
Bonitaj
16 years 4 months ago
Glad that you liked it!