🤑Ruined beauty reminds me of a nude dancer holding past the ends of her ropes. I met her three times, though not at her work, but only in the drug game.

A full-bodied mature blonde tossed in freckles, thick thighs and love handles. She wore nothing as per her norm, and that’s when she was wearing clothes.

Still working all nights at the same old long dying strip club and steak bar in a mining town that fried from life to death in one overnight effort to live forever. 

But was it enough to live forever? Irrelevant. In Allentown PA, why not be there? It’s not like she wasn’t born and raised there. It’s not like she ever cared. 

She one day moved to Buffalo. She said fuck Allentown and thought she found her mecca. 

It’s not like she wasn’t born a northern bell though, one who was fated to attend a nice college in the hills of New York, and who got married there to a fraudulent insurance king that never had anything that he claimed to possess or run. Complete scoundrel sack of shit. Got her for much.

And so the hills would not suit her after her first 2 babies. The old mining town in the valley from whence she came would fail her also. And in all the grimiest residents of Buffalo, she got married to one of them, this one Irish guy who made his bond truer he thought by celebrating with her overtly what was his heaviest item of personal baggage, like it were a blue cheese eating habit, what was grand theft auto, and not in fact a lowkey preference for ranch that could embarrass her in front of friends.

She just didn’t want to get busted by cops for buying work from snitches and badder types of

people than herself- people who didn’t even like her to begin with, and who considered her to be too soft, too old, too nice, and too stupid. 

She really just didn’t want a third baby daddy was all. She really just didn’t want to have to retire from stripping either. Etcetera to the max; it was a basic life.

Deliberate people manifest you always tell me. We get what we look for. So simple.

But you really wouldn’t know yourself though is what I must insist to you. Think of her.

Sagging tits, wilted skin, and chewed up nipples. A rapidly frying brain. Fed with tri-daily crack cocaine. She never doubted me though. Never once. She could always see what I was.

You see the ocean through a drop. And you claim you love the ocean. But love had you at hello. And you were born to be its star. Just nobody meant it was the type that gets famous.

You’re actually the type that burns forever. Yes. A person who needs no proof to be observed. An instant classic.

Artwork by Luke Meyer

💨Sometimes it’s easy to forget that under the surface, that knowledge will kill you.

😤Be brave. Risk losing. You don’t have to be right but you have to be good and you have to get your way, and then we have to deal with it. That’s how it works.

👑If you’ve become thrown from life by thoughts of a trilema suppositioning simulated worlds, you could always king up. The world always awards its kings.

Artwork by Luke Meyer