I stuff my love note for her into a glass bottle and let it float on the sea to where fate deems it....at the other side of the world an equally lonely girl picks up the glass bottle and witnessed my lonely affections...she's tempted.
I accidentally knocked down a guy and it was hit-and-run for me. Few years later,I met a girl via her daughter and we fell in love. However,I soon found out she was the spouse of the man I knocked down and she has become a widow since. I've sinned.
I was set up in a fraud case and sentenced to death. My wife was heartbroken. However,my soul didn't rest in peace,hence my spirit remained on Earth . One day,my spirit returned to our house,where memories of us being passionately in love lingered. My wife heard my wish to find the real person who set me up and we both embarked on a journey together of finding the sinner. I've had justice.
Which story appeals to you the most? Be honest...is my love rhapsody good?
Answer :
uh, stalk me baby one more time or beat me baby one more time
Answer :
This is 2006 going on 07'... Haven't you heard? Love doesn't happen anymore. Love doesn't sell. It's sex and violence that sells now. Cross out the love part and put "Spectacular Rodgering" or "pop a cap in her ***" and you'll sell millons. It's sad, I know. I wish it weren't true.. but unfortunately it is. That's why I don't write. I paint! No one ever knows what the hell you mean when it's in visual form. You have to spell things out for people. The critics say they can "see what your trying to convey" ... bullshit. lol. Become an artist.. it doesn't pay much.. ok.. it pays nothing. But still... you can paint about whatever you want and people will still look at it. Even love.
Salutations,
The Nouveau Bohemian
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