Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Waterlemon at night

He looked at me and said: I want to slap her.
-Look at her, she thinks she's all that, she's just like the rest of the flock. I want to slap them all!
And so I looked. She was your typical Lebanese girl, with the make up and the walk and the looks. Ah the looks.
-And what next?
-Then she'd start running...
He paused. He let me picture it.
-Yes coz then she would've realized how ugly she really is.
And for him ugly is a metaphysical word... it encompasses every human vice possible.
-Yes imagine her running away from herself, and she keeps running, and running. She can't stop, she has to escape. She's conscious now and she can't handle it.

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