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Cute has lost it's innocence as of late. It's become intertwined with sex, and hurled into the world of fetishes. Young, clean-faced girls are pushed into super-groups, fitted into pastel colored miniskirts, given "cute" dance moves, and shake their derrieres for attention-deprived, horny male and female specimens. Impressionable girls around the same age are conditioned with the thought that this is the way to get the attention and affections that they desire. Especially after seei...

  They don't want it. They don't want anything to change. Things are fine, Because they are comfortable. Turning on the t.v. to watch Wowowwee, watching the background dancers shake that thang up-up-down-down. Because they've worked hard for the life that they have now. It's fine. Besides, even if their government is corrupt and their country is stricken with poverty... what can they do? So all of the feelings of unrest deep inside their hearts are buried deeper with a "Eh..." ...

How old are you now? 24? 25? No... You must be at least 26 by now. Maybe 27? Ah! Old! You used the word "intoxicate" Used it to describe the feeling that my writing gave you. It seemed so insignificant then, But now, on nights like this I can't help but think of it. I don't write as much anymore. No one cares about it. No one wants to read about my thoughts, There's no time for it. Not even a quick glance. I don't mind it. I'm guilty of the same apathy. Nothing they write for me is ...

your hands are cold on my arms such a lanky ghost of a man but just pull me near sapphire apparition pull me near to your cold the warmth will come soon cover your gemstones before we're both stuck and frigid hypnotized across our battlefields show me your wounds so i can see past your eyes your hands are cold on my arms such a lanky ghost of a man but i still want you.

because i don't give a flying fuck about non-conformity and transcendence anymore, i've found something that i want passionately i finally have someone to surpass, someone that i am not good enough for as is. i have holding my life now, a reason to go mad.