words don't come that easy.

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This girl I know - let's call
her Marie for now, just so
I don't wake up to a message
from her in my inbox. Marie
with her untainted laughter,
and her innocence to
believe despite every evidence
to the contrary. Marie with
her stories; her dinners at
expensive places; her good
relationship with parents; the
good hair days; her well-fitted
clothes; her resolve and the
annoying archaic ethics. Marie
with her niceness; her ability to
forgive and forget. Marie with
a guy who can't spell
Heidegger right; a guy
who buys her flowers and
never farts in front of her.
Marie with her room;
the ugly fairy lights; the
skill to be grateful for
salty fresh lime soda.
Marie with her
inspirational quotes and
no hangovers and the
red signals turning to
green instantly. How,
Marie? How? What
secret do you know that
I do not; what whispered in
your ears; what dice did
you roll. I look at you - now
and then - and I see the
unfairness of fate and luck;
the flaws in the designs of
how I am made. Marie,
last night you fed a group
of wounded street dogs; you
named them and you
scratched the back of
their ears. Such pureness,
such grace; it fills me
with awe and disgust
and maybe some envy.
Marie, please get the
fuck out of here.

/// recently discovered kbbq and man it changed my life. such a variety of side dishes to choose from and it's all you can eat. if i knew about this when college started i would eat this everyday no lie. anyway there's my rant for my new obsession. cheers.