it has been a week since full moon, and yet the madness is still hanging in the air; like a stormcloud perhaps... more like a bad smell (wet dog) or a bad pimple (use toothpaste-mint and alcohol wipes)
why do people sabotage anything remotely resembling perfection?
at the risk of sounding all Carrie Bradshaw:
why does anything great have to be too good to be true?...
why can't women get no satisfaction???
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