What is left to be said of the lonesome world of child in a dark vast place like the Monday morning play ground with all the screams of other children and not one is a kind word in his/her favor.Not a question, at least not a question one can answer without knowing that child personally. The one thing is certain the thoughts that run through this lonely child's mind; "I'm gonna make you all love me!" As the years pass by the character of a charming and dashing Prince emerges, the light of life shines in his brilliant smile. It because so infectious that the moment he walks intot he room he commands attention and the room notice him. Watching his eyes hoping he looks at them at least for second just to feel a moment that he acknowledges them. Watching what (who) he is wearing to, what he does, who chats with and all the while hoping he talks to them.
In that smooth entrance adversaries are born, secret admires long to be lovers, and most delusional wish to be him. He is stunned that many would asking with a trembling hand if they could touch him, faceless acquaintances rush over to introduce if they may invisible friends. He can only answer with great unease and mild discomfort, "yes! Of course you can!" with sweet crooked smile in rushed low southern tone. "Yes, of course you can."
Toward the end of the night posh DJ's, World Famous Drop-Dead gorgeous male models and stunning even shockingly beautiful Drag-Divas beg This once shy and timid child to join them at their exclusives V.I.P. party, promising him that id he attends all party favors will be on the house.
"Please, wait here," they shout, "I'll pull the car around."
Drinks are bought for him all night, people bringing any gift they can just so someone will see them talking to him. Friends will ask with zealous glee, "do you him, do you Mizz Matti?" "Please, introduce." The simple one replies, "I cannot, you have to wait in line, that line." The line of people waiting to get into the club, to get back in another line to get just a moment to tell him they love him, they want to be him, to get closer to him, they beg and beg to him a drink of whatever his desires. It is always the same, Blue Hawaiian Tea.
The way out people are shouting from a hundred voices, "Mizz Matti! Where are you going? Whose party will you be out?" Because of course that's where everyone is going. Upon exit the crowd notice the drop-dead gorgeous entourage of boys trailing behind him all in top label designer clothes all looking quite posh. Everyone of them respected and envied in their own right just for being that close that person.
That humble, shy, and terrible innocent child who was bullied on the play ground for his flamboyant walk is now the Gucci God you have never or could ever be. They shout my name like a chorus. No one knows who you are after graduation, just forgotten!
Three kids and stretch marks, beer-bellies and divorced... Straight people really live such pathetic and insipid lives. I have lived a most excellent life, full of promise and privilege with dignity and respect from my peers, fans and colleagues. Do not worry about that child any longer (if you did), he left them in the dust.
Peace-Out
Mizz Matti xoxo♥
In that smooth entrance adversaries are born, secret admires long to be lovers, and most delusional wish to be him. He is stunned that many would asking with a trembling hand if they could touch him, faceless acquaintances rush over to introduce if they may invisible friends. He can only answer with great unease and mild discomfort, "yes! Of course you can!" with sweet crooked smile in rushed low southern tone. "Yes, of course you can."
Toward the end of the night posh DJ's, World Famous Drop-Dead gorgeous male models and stunning even shockingly beautiful Drag-Divas beg This once shy and timid child to join them at their exclusives V.I.P. party, promising him that id he attends all party favors will be on the house.
"Please, wait here," they shout, "I'll pull the car around."
Drinks are bought for him all night, people bringing any gift they can just so someone will see them talking to him. Friends will ask with zealous glee, "do you him, do you Mizz Matti?" "Please, introduce." The simple one replies, "I cannot, you have to wait in line, that line." The line of people waiting to get into the club, to get back in another line to get just a moment to tell him they love him, they want to be him, to get closer to him, they beg and beg to him a drink of whatever his desires. It is always the same, Blue Hawaiian Tea.
The way out people are shouting from a hundred voices, "Mizz Matti! Where are you going? Whose party will you be out?" Because of course that's where everyone is going. Upon exit the crowd notice the drop-dead gorgeous entourage of boys trailing behind him all in top label designer clothes all looking quite posh. Everyone of them respected and envied in their own right just for being that close that person.
That humble, shy, and terrible innocent child who was bullied on the play ground for his flamboyant walk is now the Gucci God you have never or could ever be. They shout my name like a chorus. No one knows who you are after graduation, just forgotten!
Three kids and stretch marks, beer-bellies and divorced... Straight people really live such pathetic and insipid lives. I have lived a most excellent life, full of promise and privilege with dignity and respect from my peers, fans and colleagues. Do not worry about that child any longer (if you did), he left them in the dust.
Peace-Out
Mizz Matti xoxo♥
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