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(2004-11-05)

Alexandre-Cesar-Leopold (Georges) Bizet
B. 10.25.1838 Paris / D. 6.3.1875 Paris
Heart Failure

The horrible choices women make in men.
The legions of horrible men laid out there like glue traps.
It’s the phone calls—I think they get you with the phone calls.
Early days, just when you rather wanted them to they actually call (not like the others). Later, you know they’ll call all the time. The phone rings and three hours later they’re still on the line. They’ve got nothing better to do. They’re probably watching sports on TV with the sound down. My sister says they’re scratching their balls. Meanwhile
With indiscriminate, almost idle what elses and what else is ups, they interrogate.
Abusing all the conjunctions, one sentence, unstoppable, they soliloquize.
As of a heart too full, they inflict long pauses.
At last their voices are so faint you think to get away—you say, “I really have to go now.”
Awwww.
C’mon.
Really? You really have to go?
Really?
As if an arm’s length were a sword, you lock your elbow and you watch the sternum swallowing the blade. You’re killing them. Advancing, they take it to the hilt. These horrible men
Why do you try to spare them their emptiness?

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