"I am exhausted, I am exhausted -
Pillar of white in a blackout of knives.
I am the magician's girl who does not flinch.
The villagers are untying their disguises, they are shaking hands.
Whose is that long white box in the grove, what have they accomplished,
why am I cold." (Sylvia Plath: The Bee Meeting)
"There's daggers in men's smiles." (Shakespeare, Macbeth II/3)
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Even this place isn't free of dumb, retarded, vile bitches well over their Fifties who confuse having clawed their way up to a certain, bourgeois wealth and lifestyle by "staying pretty and slim" and being mean (cold and false, in my notation) with actual achievement. I could pretend to BE somebody..but I just won't play that game anymore.
I changed table..as I couldn't stand that one cunt (75, looking 50-ish), specifically (telling me, over and over again, what I am doing wrong and where I am failing..hell- if you only HAD some true knowledge worth listening to, "sis"). They're dinosaurs. The mon(k)ey mafia. Sans soul, sans balls, pairs of sharp metal claws attached, arms tangling down, heavy like a monkey's.. like in a cheap circus show that doesn't turn heads anymore..a nuisance. Begging to DIE OUT.
Meanwhile- a friend of mine takes some hard lessons in growing up..he is such a beauty. I have never seen such a beautiful soul before.. covered in sparkling, bright, golden light. True Genius.
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