...HAR HAR HAR...I am so bored....

[thejunipertree]

"Cackle, caw, and flap", a study in fronting-like-you-got-a-soul.
By Miss Emmabeth Idelweiss, age 48.

Stupid simpering whores, with your big, limpid eyes and pallid false faces.
You're just the same as the rest of the world.

Mundanes swathed in black velvet, annointed in kohl.
You have no heart.
The only wishes borne on your lips are a big traditional wedding,
the ceremonial pumping out of numerous mewling sproggen,
and the hope that your new husband doesn't cheat on you
with the D cup blonde in his office.

An ersatz front, nothing lies behind your eyes.
Oh, you swoon to Peter Murphy just like the best of them.
You drift through the endless night, intoxicated on weak
girly drinks and over priced amphetamines.
But in the end, you'll drive a SUV with a soccer
ball sticker plastered to the back.

Diamond digging slut, your back's grown flat and smooth
from all the time you've spent prone. And your knees
have developed such callouses!

Don't worry. They're warrior scars, a tribal coming of age.
You'll get your gold silver (because you DON'T LIKE
GOLD, you repeatedly tell everyone) ring.
And your McMansion in the suburbs.
Summers spent poolside.
Winters in Bermuda.

All the while, withering away to nothing.
This pomp and pretense has been for nothing.
You have the soul of a diet Coke addled housewife,
concerned with absolutely nothing but the furthering
of your ovaries and the trophies which you can
shove in the faces of smarmy rivals.

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[hexennacht.livejournal.com]

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