rained all night… listening now to sound of raindrops and the rustling wet leaves of the trees outside… i can hear the rubbish truck coming in and the rollers of the dump bin – the cleaners do a thankless noble job, what wld we do without them?
read in CC’s blog that she has ‘reconnected with K’… just confirms my previous suspicions when i saw her – dyed hair tied up in ponytail, white track suit, breasts full and voluptuous thrust out proudly, but sitting oh so bored in the far front listening to the ongoing discussion abt contemporary music – about which she probably has NO idea nor interest in, judging from her glazed eyes and fidgeting with her fingernails… i knew then that they were back together again… she had the typical look of a hungry desperate female, waiting for her all important male, even if it meant wasting time and being a sore thumb in the midst of a lively debate abt things too above her head… and whatever for? just to give him a free fuck at the end of it…
how stupid us women are… a prostitute wld deserve better respect – at least there is an honest transaction taking place… but women never learn, and men never change – if i were a man, i wld choose a free fuck over a prostitute anytime… but does the woman realise it before it is too late, that she is nothing but a hole to plug and escape into when he has a need? he told me once, “fucking is a way to forget”… forget? what does he wish to forget? that his longsuffering noble, highly intelligent, capable and beautiful (yes!) WIFE still cares so deeply abt him even tho he has caused damnation and destruction all over and around and inside of her?
good luck to CC the new slut… he likes them cheap and slutty – i understand why now, becos that way he appeases his conscience – becos he thinks these kinds of women dont suffer the shame, humiliation, betrayal and utter vulnerability, that he wld inevitably bring to them…
veronica, the more i know u, the more i think u are beautiful… so is that “blue blur K” – how apt – the “chickenheart” – even more apt… he is beautiful, that is why he has no problems procuring his free fucks and inciting great feelings of female sympathy esp when he gives the impression that he is alone, lonesome and in need of tender loving care, picture this: beautiful talented musician with long silken wild silver tresses, lurking around in a bar, holding his styrofoam bowl of msg-laden soup at 2am in the morning having had nothing to eat all day… what a prize picture for any woman desperate to think they can ‘care for’ a man as beautiful as this one… but… do they even think abt what lies beneath this lovely image?… sadness, destruction, pain – HAUNTING pain that will never ever go away… oh, i know only too well… and my heart wrenches for veronica…
poor man with a bowl of msg-laden soup? nay… he chose to be this way… he cld hv been at home with his lovely delightful child and beautiful wife who wld make GOOD food and soup for him, but he chooses to hang out late in dingy bars and drink swill while enticing bimbos (with nothing better to do with their nights than hang out at the same bars anyway) for his free fucks…
what a sorry sad pathetic way to spend such beauty… veronica, u r better off at home with ur child, but nothing can heal that sorrow… i know… i know…
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