The Survivor of Blonde
You know, we are, half of the nature now. The one was expressed as the rumored, circled and never-known-french is nothing, listen to that:
When we get inside these case-rules, however we are white naughty tigers, we almost forgot who we are, shaking our fancy bear paws, and crying under our roaring lion face. Sorry, this is some bleep we’ve commonly flow.
For those who were always ONE, or one galaxy mile away from the new government, pay no attention to these elemental-nature-force foots.
Biological differences… Was discovered when I was working as a pilot. Even I am not a pilot. Tried once, to fly it, but the rest you know, I disappeared, just like they have told you. The only truth, they can tell. So, there was no fate at all. No value. In that case, however I got lost, the sweet sweet Betsy, loved me so much. No, please do not escape from that expectation. Let’s focus! Five, unmarked-ex! Can you imagine? I was lost with… It was me, I took them with me. Imagine it all! They were the big magicians of the case. One was the photographer, second the producer, third the candy-kisser, and their soldier. The last one was ‘the wrong guy’, my only-ex. Unforgettable! Now, you see, why they pull the trigger!
I am just a woman. Who needs some sleep. Some make up. Some good dress. Some country to live in. That’s all. I have one name. Leave it to me.
I act like as helpless, as wild, as a baby, as a doll, as an icon. Just sit. Try to sit in their dark shadow. Your greedy world, but of course in all respect, judge my life. Try to discover. Try to wave. With gin and tonic. With joy. For the goal of achieving the Goddess, the Beauty, the Sensuality; what were you expecting? In me? What was left for you there, to inspire? We should all face it. There was no time to wait, you were *raining.
“With fame, you know, you can read about yourself, somebody else's ideas about you, but what's important is how you feel about yourself--for survival and living day to day with what comes up.” Did you remember, the day I told them? Unconsciously. So natural and easy.
Something’s Got to Give…
*After gallon’ly rained, there, sun comes again.
Muna Genç T.