Memories of Mammaries
I have known some beautiful women in my time. Some of the most beautiful in Sri Lanka, I feel. Which I suppose every man must feel, if he feels. Cause every girl deserves that. Abandon. They’re lost now, memories in masturbation. I still see girls that turn my head on the street. I can settle, out of boredom or inebriation. I guess I do alright, whatever that means. But there’s always something you can’t touch. That teenage romance. That forbidden kiss in a parked car. Can’t touch. Anymore. Sometimes I want to get married just so that part of my brain will quit. Not a solution, but just an end to the problem. Steady sex until you grow too unattractive to care. Sometimes I just want more money and a better car.
When I look at girls now my eyes glaze. I see the layers of friends and relatives poised to make Facebook a living nightmare. I see the drama and your mama and I almost can’t bear to talk to you. This has a paradoxical effect of making me interesting to girls that couldn’t bore me more.
I can’t go anywhere without remembering the places I’ve been. Everything’s poignant, and poking me in the ribs. Since the scene died it’s closed in on itself, become incestuous. The NGO girls are gone, swept out by the tsunami of tstupid. The youth are all abroad, the adults are all married. Not to complain too much, I guess I do alright.
It’s just that I remember beauty, and I see it, around. And God knows, it shakes me still.
This is highly dubious. Miss Travel is a travel/social networking site that connects ‘Generous’ and ‘Attractive’ travelers. To, like, travel together, I guess. It all seems a bit like arranged prostitution and trafficking. This is part of a broader online trend to connect rich men to younger, attractive women. Sites like 
Sri Lankan domestics never say anything, they just stop coming. My maid just stopped coming and when I finally pressed her she said I needed to get a washing machine. I was hoping to ride this one out, but I’ve run out of underwear and I have no choice. I finally caved and bought a washing machine, from 
There’s nothing wrong with pornography, but there’s a lot wrong with porn. Nothing wrong with watching people have sex, but too often that sex is brutal, senseless and coerced. I mean how many couples are coming on each others faces every day? Hence, philosopher king Alain de Botton – after calling for a 
Sri Lanka is going to start offer 
“tsunami of tstupid”
Brilliant phrase! by the way you’re a poet! this is poetry in prose and i love it! fantastic style :)
I thought it was just me… Then it’s a common feeling after all.
You nailed it there, Indi. I feel very much the same.
Indi,
Marriage is not so bad.
Check out Chris Rock ..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AS13dTbAdcI&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6OaRcsfnY4&feature=related
No escape for the broken hearted…….
You should write more like this. Lyrical…and disturbing at the same time because your writing reminds me of a few people I know.
“Sometimes I want to get married just so that part of my brain will quit. Not a solution, but just an end to the problem. Steady sex until you grow too unattractive to care. Sometimes I just want more money and a better car.”
I never want to get to that place :/
I was a bit drunk.
i thought so, nevertheless poetic ‘n reliable
i thought so, nevertheless poetic ‘n relatable
Haha!
As good a reason as any to write I guess. Covers all manner of sins.