"...that's another one, love. It was great until everyone decided it was time is should become mass-produced. Now ever tom, mary and wannabe robert-browning is scrambling for instant perfection. I however am quite happy to sit in a cafe that no-one likes and write about how terribly terribly sad my romantic ways are in this world of automised and robotisised human emotions by telling someone i'm dating that I, infact, am not in love with them, as i've only been dating them for three months."
thought that was interesting.
The thoroughly bohemian art-official intelligentsia.
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