Desire laughing at us through a carnival mirror, a distorted twisted laugh.... Poisoned by our need of outside admiration we are drones to shiny things that advertise "I am smart", "I am successful", "I am cool", "I am beautiful".... In this place there is never enough, chasing this desert mirage with a quenchless thirst.
I guess this makes me a prude.
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