requiem of the eccentric woman
{artwork by tatiana plakhova}
body-con dresses ladies, sex up! this. . .is. . .glamour, but remember there are no such things as wallflowers in this world of breasts and beauty where details make all the difference in cocktail ensembles and everyday outfits but silence flatters no one.
female lovers must not be too… …eccentric to attract even the most casual of companions carved careers out of thematic material written by composers we will never meet songs of triumph persistent and graceful never faltering in this mysterious atmosphere, a wallflower waits to play the lady and never shows off boyish delight for fear of assumptions by “ladies” and men walking hand-in-hand
always concerned with extravagance, we do not, cannot sing masculine melodies unless we sacrifice our ability to be heard like french romantic operas our lyrical beauty, most intensive training from fierce storms of childhood nothing to be understood from the sciences the composition of our requiems.
we become competitors undefeated except when we must express our femininity our inflatable lives take the backseat make way for firearms and ferocity pomp and pride that rest in our most active muscles only to get laughed back into castles for domesticated dogs to come to us with their most valuable telephone numbers and sometimes we attempt the flips and go the distance and struggle for normal a complete free-fall our feet never quite touch the ground we continue to gain altitude and gain altitude until we can’t even see the specks of your homemaker sexually submissive eager to please weak in mind and body materialistic bullshit.
