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Why Kate, you're not wearing a bustle. How lewd
originally published on livejournal · abstractambush · February 4, 2007
My Morning Jacket - Death Is the Easy Way
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He stroked her hair gently, thoughtfully, under the soft yellow glow of Christmas lights. She stared ahead silently.
"Why?" he finally asked her. She told him that she didn't have an answer. But she never did. And sitting there, stroking her silken auburn hair, he imagined that if she didn't have an answer soon, he'd rip all of her hair out- each strand- so he'd never be in the position to ask again.
He tore her clothes from her while she fought him, and when it was done she turned and said to him a hint of bitterness, "Are you happy now?"
"Do you feel better?" he asked. Neither had an answer for the other.
"Do you feel better?" he asked. Neither had an answer for the other.
I realize the problem now. It's like giving yourself up to slavery and then getting angry because you can't figure out why you don't have any freedom anymore.