Rabid monkeys with fancy tools

.. that men DO love women with long black hair.
.. that every man after him seems like a rebound. Excuse my English. It’s 1.29am and I’m not thinking straightly. I can’t help it. I AM a cold person, but with him I just melt.
.. fuck class tomorrow. Fuck it to shreds.
.. that somebody ought to erase the word alcohol from my vocabulary, and from Burgess’s as well.
.. that I’m unwilling to give myself away. Yet.
.. that my masterpiece will probably have nuances of him in it. Versions of his arseholicness.
.. that I need someone who won’t try to change me. I found him, but I was so repulsed by him. I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself.
.. that there’ll be others like him. I just gotta wait. And one day I’ll be done with waiting and ship myself off to a nunnery. Ambiguous. Which him? Which one do I want, do I need?
.. I pine, I crave, I lust, I desire …

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