Manifesto of a Lover

There’s something burning softly on my chest, I don’t know what the fuck is that. I’m telling you, it feels good. People may say it’s the heart, but last time I checked it was a cold rock. It’s burning. It’s hurting. It’s killing me. It feels good. Can I replace it? This is the manifesto of a lover.
A stupid human being who lost his mind, lost his own way, and now, he got his life right on the edge of magnificent stupidity. Where no soul returns, where nobody lives again, where love turns evil. But, be stupid, let it burn. Everybody wants to be loved, there’s no exception. I know you want it, you know you want it, search it, catch it, live it, use it and then…bam! Remember there’s nothing in this world that will last forever. Bam…bam…bam…
So, there I am. An unusual being, with a dark blue scarf. High heels boots. Make up all over the face. Like a tiffany. I’m a male. The street light up by the moon light, the smell of sex and money, hookers, gays…uhh straight guys. I’m looking up for my life’s love. The one I won’t forget. The one I won’t let go. The one who will love me. The one I would like to fuck. Sorry guys, I’m not what you expect I were. There’s no perfection in the world, if you want beauty you can’t be smart, if you’re smart you’ll be fat. If you’re skinny you’re a junk… yes, I am on my way to perfection, but there’s a fucking heart growing up on my stupid chest. There’s the reason I will never to be perfect. It’s like a disease that is killing me. Fuck it, but I want to die. And, after all, who wants to live forever?
Forget the rumors, I’m a lover. And I want to be it. It’s a safe place to focus, it’s something I can believe it, it’s something you can imagine like you want to. Just find your love, find your biggest devotee, like a lazy Magdalene who only follows your steps. But never forget you need to love too. You need to pay attention; you need to recognize the mistake you do all by yourself. I’m a lover and that’s mean a lot of work. Never lose a big love, because of a one night stand. In love you can be what you want.
Forget all I said before. I don’t have anything on my chest, I don’t have feeling. I love leather and cotton, I love heels and boots, I love hats and scarves, I’m a liar to you. I’m a visionary. I’m fucking perfect. You’re tremendously perfect. And now I’m completely in jealous. If people you don’t even know look at you and want to fuck you, it means you really have a shot at being a model. So love the runway, love the fashion, love the designers, love the glamour, and marry with every fucking piece of Couture. I’m a lover, and you can be it too. This is the Manifesto of a Lover.


R Greeny
02-12-2011

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