Charlie Brogan EGO DEATH

When did you get so dull? You fucking nerd. That’s the thing with you soft bois, one minute I’m tilted at a bar feeling beautiful and heard next, I’m waiting to hear about some exhibit. As if I’d be impressed by that anyway, get laid! All so you can tell me about Pollock or probe me till I’m dumb beneath some sculpture that wasn’t made for me? Honey, I wear suits. Take me seriously. I don’t need you. You’re lucky I spoke to you late that night or kissed you by that neon arrow. I hate your boring stories. I don’t wanna hear your latest novel blurb, lick my naked collar pull up this lace skirt, fix me a cold beer, moan my name three times and watch me disappear.