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If Kisses Were Bullets... (a sick romance novel) is now available at Amazon.com , Barnes and Noble and Powells Books
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Excerpt from If Kisses Were Bullets...:
See, this is my generation where it’s perfectly acceptable to jump around without any purpose. We aren’t living like our parents anymore. No more childhood, school, marriage, kids. We have no distinction or predetermined paths.
How could we?
The world we inherited has already been worked over.
This is where everything falls apart for us. We’re raised to be guided along the paths that our parents took, but the trail has been weathered out by too much travel.
How can you expect us to go out and make you proud when there’s nothing to do?
Look at me, I can do a cartwheel. Look at me, I can do a cartwheel. Look at me, I can do a cartwheel. Look at me, I can do a cartwheel.
Enough already, I’ve seen the goddamn cartwheel. Do something else.
There is nothing else. Mom. Dad. You’ve done it already. You’ve explored Earth, founded new countries, built cities, fought wars, won freedom, laid down social equality, protested to speak your mind, and now you’re handing us the keys to the car.
What the hell do you want me to do?
Wash it?
Maintain it?
Gee, sounds like fun.
Know what?
I don’t care for the structure and rules you’ve designed. They aren’t mine. They aren’t me. I don’t care for them whatsoever. I don’t care. I will grow up to be a junky. Give me apathy.
Give me a hit of that, a tab of this. I need a pill.
I take a pill.
-- H.X. Sin/Ifkisses.com
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