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We all know that being ‘en couple’ is the desired end of most human beings. Society has programmed us to want romance as much as food and shelter. Some people even take the pains to call out/shame their single relatives or friends or ask them to provide justifications for why they are still single.
If I had a pair of Louboutins for every time a I’ve heard a man refer to a babe/chick/girl/lady/woman (sometimes a current but mostly a prior love interest) as crazy I would look like a Cheshire cat whose milk was laced with scotch and ecstasy. I would be freaking rapturous. One of the conversations that… Continue reading ARTICLE| Women are crazy? This is why
Je tisse entre les discussions superficiel Sa ex-copine qui etait fou La bizzare boîte de nuit Le fille qui pense qu’elle-meme est une mannequin Toutes les histiores drole et ridicule Toute les verres bu et vide Tes doigts attends pour les miennes Mon Coeur attend sentir quelque chose plus que amitié Mais rien, mon cher… Continue reading POETRY| On Bavarde
I can tell- pungent wafts of disparity like stones from seeds, like grains from grapes This is more than I’ve felt before I’ve held wispy flailing sheets of parchment in the past They do not compare This is a weighty stack, priceless first edition volume leather bound And I am scared and excited… Continue reading POETRY| This is more
We shall kick off with LOVE as its the most ubiquitous subject in the collective Arts-literary,fine, dramatic etc. I wrote my first love poem aged 11, in boarding school with a torch (flashlight for my American friends) after ‘lights out’ and it was only slightly awful (as opposed to totally). It was a predictable saccharine… Continue reading Dull Sublunary Lovers’ Love