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People like them never expect darkness to crawl into their perfect lives.
Robots, both of them, NPCs wandering around in the matrix as a reminder to fall in line with the made up fallacy of an American Dream—a nickname for an idea so perfectly aligned with its inevitable destiny of doom it sounds preplanned.
They pose as a remnant of the nuclear family, an idiotic ideal that catastrophically blew apart nearly immediately after conception—an intelligent design behind the hellscape we know as so
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― Diary of a Damsel Dame
― Diary of a Damsel Dame
“
I could tie someone up with that silk scarf and throw him into the river, his bloated body bobbing up in the morning to spoil the tourists’ breakie.
I could stab someone’s eardrums in with the stiletto of my candy-pink heels.
I could slit someone’s eyeballs open with my mermaid scale sequin bomber jacket.
And I’d look fabulous doing it.
I think about that sometimes. The utility of beauty.
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― Diary of a Damsel Dame
― Diary of a Damsel Dame
