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This is her contribution for Ballad Of…When we read it we could almost taste cigerettes & Gin

‘To drag down smoke from a Camel blue after being bitten, torn and almost beaten - all in the name of passion is a bit like eating pie after struggling to lose a lot of weight. Fucking Fantastic. Although he hates the smell of course, as it sits in his sheets he says. That they smell of semen does not appear to disturb him one bit, which I think is a thousand times worse, but it comes out of him and not me so I guess that is why he finds it disturbing. Yes the newly in love stage where all I did was magic seems to be blown away here in his bed where the sound of his sighs echoes with each new cigarette I place between my red lips. Why do I chain-smoke I wonder quietly, one might be just like heaven but the remaining ten provides no pleasure..

Maybe I want to provoke the boy I love because I am, despite all declarations of love I made for him oh so tired of his puppy eyes and actually enjoy the fact that he now becomes irritated. This is my problem.

After spending several days being sweet and almost theatrically in love I’ve already gotten sick of it. I long for chaos.

But all the chaos I get from him are sights and angry eyes looking away like he’s trying to make a statement without words (and than the violent sex of course, which is the only kind I can handle but still, not enough) and I can already feel how it begins to tear me down, boredom. So I get up from bed and the sheets that make me sick and put on a white Agent Provocateur slip, pour myself a gin and tonic, light a cigarette and walk into the library where all of my records are. He may think that I wear that for him, but he doesn’t know me well enough to make that call. You see, lovers, there are in my opinion two kinds of woman out there. The Victoria’s secret kind of woman and then my kind, the Agent Provocateur woman and my team do not dress up for men. We dress up for ourselves. And in my case, for the records I listen to.

My father always told me that me most beautiful and interesting woman always listened to Rolling Stones when he was young, and I can not imagine VS women being Keith Richards fans. Impossible. With that said, I think no further explanation must be made to why I dress up in the kind of garments meant to seduce men to listen to Paint it black. It is almost like tribute, since I would never go to a consert I have to do this at home. That I would be slightly uncomfortable wearing a slip to a concert is another factor, but honestly – I just wanna be alone with my music and in my lonesomeness I want to look as though I am about to seduce someone, anyone. Maybe even Mick Jagger.’

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