don't you just fuckin love it, baby. don't you just
love to read those stories about poor little paper girls
taken advantage of, used by
their daddies and their brothers and their boyfriends
and ugly men off the street who just
couldn't resist the silkysmooth skin of
forbidden fruit.

yeah, you love it the way you never
loved those happy-ever-afters && nevernever lands.
but it's a shameful secret, guilty pleasure (maybe that's
exactly why you can't get enough of it)