mrzablowdowski

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And so we started to learn about their lives.
Covering all the collected memories of times we hadn't experienced. We felt the imprisonment of being a girl.
The way it made your mind active and dreamy.
And how you ended up knowing what colors went together. We knew the girls were really women in disguise. That they knew about love and even death.
And that our job was to merely create the noise that seemed to fascinate them. We knew they knew everthing about us. And that we couldn't fathom them at all.
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The Virgin Suicides

I like that.