Thursday, November 08, 2007

You Always Look Different

Everytime I see you, you always look different. The hair gets blonder changing your complexion each and every time. The only thing that gives you away is your white canvass shoes. Unspoilt by Converse. I should've known we'd make a great pair because we're such fascists when it comes to the art of fashion. However I feel I'm two years too old. You intimated as much in conversation.

But each time I see you, you always look different. You make the clothes rather than the clothes making you. Your appearance seems to radically alter without having to do so much. I guess that's what they call effortless appeal. A cool distance is all I'll ever have. We're two doctor's bill's. A broken back and bronchitis......we're €100 lighter but the thought of talk was good. However I don't want to go any further. A cool distance is all I'll ever have. It's all I ever want. I'm two years too old. When you've just done the exam, I'm four years ahead but going nowhere. It's a novelty being too old for someone or something, I'm used to being too young even when I'm not.

If I wanted to break down your defences which is something I'm not too keen on......I'd want to know more, I'd want to get inside your mind, your skin and your body. But you see, the very thought of that makes me sick. The idea of making a cheap prostitute out of every girl I see just doesn't appeal to me. I guess I want to preserve class rather than destroy it. Is it such an unnatural thing really? Why does every girl think that if I'm not inside the "mutually exclusive" club that I'm missing out? I'd like to keep the distance......it's my only way of showing respect.

I'd dress in the best, if only to impress you. I wouldn't ask for much but then everyone wants more.

Everytime I see you, you always look different. You must read all the secret tips and know how to exploit them. Manipulate them into your own figure. It's a craft that works well and believe me I've seen many of them fail. Even when you dress down, you dress up.

I'd dress in the best, if only to impress you. I wouldn't ask for much but then everyone wants more.

That's what capitalism does to love affairs.

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