Face Of The Stranger.

Through suspiscions and fabrication unseen, the brilliance of the stranger's mind will always shine through. These are the lives of the strangers around you. Admire their lives, and cherish your own.

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 Sixtheenth stranger of many, and the first stranger in color. However, also the least deserving. I look at her, and I look at you. All that changes are the color of the eyes. If there is anything I’ve learned through the beauty of the stranger, it’s that the hideousness comes out in turn. The disgusting rituals, the dispicable mannerisms, the revolting stench of courtship for the average girl, today. I spit in your face, and you kiss me with the passion I yearned for ages ago. When in past it took all the strength I had to win a girl’s love, all my strength is spent now, not trying to care. I discovered, through you and through the faces other strangers exactly identical to yours, the easiest way to a girls heart is to rip it out.  So I hold the door for myself, and thank myself rightly so. I look at myself, smile and bite my lip, and rub my own palm with my thumb, and graze my cheek. I let myself finish my sentance, I tell myself how pretty I am. I stand up for myself through any odds, I help myself through my hardships and problems. I lay myself down and grip my hand hard right before my first time making love, I tell myself everything will be alright, because I love myself. I make myself feel without a care in the world, and hate myself for it. Because this chivalry has to go somewhere, used on someone. And it’s been rejected too many times. I pride myself in seeing the beauty in strangers, even at it’s worst. I saw it in your stranger, too. I see the beauty in this stranger, even still… But where is yours? I can only hope to speak about this stranger you can see, for the strangers you can’t see. Note to the reader: I realize as time has passed, These posts have become less and less impartial. I would like to apologize, but also state that I have found a more inspired connection of thinking could and will be developed though personal interest, expanding out to one another. Please exuse any further inability to remain uncommitted or pacafistic in any future writings.

 Sixtheenth stranger of many, and the first stranger in color. However, also the least deserving.

I look at her, and I look at you. All that changes are the color of the eyes. If there is anything I’ve learned through the beauty of the stranger, it’s that the hideousness comes out in turn. The disgusting rituals, the dispicable mannerisms, the revolting stench of courtship for the average girl, today. I spit in your face, and you kiss me with the passion I yearned for ages ago. When in past it took all the strength I had to win a girl’s love, all my strength is spent now, not trying to care. I discovered, through you and through the faces other strangers exactly identical to yours, the easiest way to a girls heart is to rip it out.  So I hold the door for myself, and thank myself rightly so. I look at myself, smile and bite my lip, and rub my own palm with my thumb, and graze my cheek. I let myself finish my sentance, I tell myself how pretty I am. I stand up for myself through any odds, I help myself through my hardships and problems. I lay myself down and grip my hand hard right before my first time making love, I tell myself everything will be alright, because I love myself. I make myself feel without a care in the world, and hate myself for it. Because this chivalry has to go somewhere, used on someone. And it’s been rejected too many times. I pride myself in seeing the beauty in strangers, even at it’s worst. I saw it in your stranger, too. I see the beauty in this stranger, even still… But where is yours?

I can only hope to speak about this stranger you can see, for the strangers you can’t see.

Note to the reader: I realize as time has passed, These posts have become less and less impartial. I would like to apologize, but also state that I have found a more inspired connection of thinking could and will be developed though personal interest, expanding out to one another. Please exuse any further inability to remain uncommitted or pacafistic in any future writings.
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