my tiffany blews

hello there angela martin

telenovela

hemingway could write a story in six words, I'm giving myself a paragraph.

There was once a man and a woman. The man was truly just a boy with a career and the woman was really a dreamer but a pragmatist by day. Together they lived alone in a decadently modern queen sized bed in a New England town populated by whites and those of a white disposition. On those certain occasions that it was convenient they would have conversations and meals and make love. They never spoke of how miserable they were. Their love was tacit, but very much existent. When they reached the appropriate age they had children, two girls and a boy, who were all bright and attractive, excelled in their education, and went on to lead fulfilling lives. As they aged they became more quiet and more in love. They indulged themselves by buying a new king sized bed. They became old and one day the woman was stricken ill and died some time shortly after. They man became sullen and although he no longer felt comfortable in it, he died in his sleep in their king sized bed several months later. Upon reaching heaven he was greeted by his wife who ran to embrace him and gasped "Darling, I'd been so lonely without you."

fuck ben roethelsberger

this is it, kid
all the stories were true when they lied to you
this is true love
this is the catharsis of heaven and hell
i'm your favorite enemy
i'm a mick and a dago all in one
i'm sinatra and brando
i'm the packers and the niners
you're my league
the only reason i exist
love is smiling as your house burns down
love is one part happiness
and ten parts misery
love is a faulknerized hemingway novel
love is futile war and meaningless friendship
love is every high school movie
drinking, fucking, drinking, happy ending
love is 151 on an empty stomach
and a hangover from hell
you warned me once
of everything
of how fucked up this would make me
but love is ignoring all the warnings
love is pure brutal honesty
trust me, i wouldnt lie about it