Thursday, December 2, 2010

Letters


"True Love requires an eye for an eye, a beast and a beauty to tame its breast. Thus, it is the most rare thing." -D.H.
My god. Are you real?

Your praise is regarded very highly indeed, although I must contest that your ardent admiration of me, as unfortunately romantics are wont to do, is spoken easily enough in word and theory but when matched with the reality of me-- fall short and quick. It is easy to admire me, I guess. It is much more difficult to fill me. I am not high maintenance but I do require a lot. I'll give it more than I've got it, but I need a fucking thunderstorm of intellectual stimulation and glaring intensity and unchallenged wit. It's all been smoke and mirrors thus far.

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