{"id":2704,"date":"2015-02-09T09:27:05","date_gmt":"2015-02-09T09:27:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.averral.com\/blog\/?p=2704"},"modified":"2015-02-09T09:27:05","modified_gmt":"2015-02-09T09:27:05","slug":"love-season","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.averral.com\/blog\/2015\/02\/love-season\/","title":{"rendered":"Love Season"},"content":{"rendered":"
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There is no such thing as “success”. It is the biggest lie of capitalism. There are the cracks, the broken homes and broken bones. Behind each facade is a trial of bloodshed.<\/p>\n

Thousands are trying, trying and trying against the gravity of the black hole. The media propagating, feeding, stuffing. A murder or sucide, it’s all fine. Smile. Take a selfie. Snap. Make it viral.<\/p>\n

It’s love season. Flashing symbols of neon hearts. Women dancing, cooing you towards her. Dam. Drink more whiskey, more. Put that wallet on the table. See it disappear.<\/p>\n

There is poetry in motion. The soft lullaby that tugs your strings, that soft lips that you miss so dearly. No. It’s not. It’s me. It’s me that you miss, of course. I have to remind you ever so dearly, you are missed too. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

– Risque<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

There is no such thing as “success”. It is the biggest lie of capitalism. There are the cracks, the broken homes and broken bones. Behind each facade is a trial of bloodshed. Thousands are trying, trying and trying against the gravity of the black hole. The media propagating, feeding, stuffing. A murder or sucide, it’s […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4,395],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\t\n