...another reason why I'm single....

Every now and then, I read a personal ad, and I think,

"Being single, it ain't that bad..."

It's me and the dog, a yoga mat, coffee maker, two kayaks, my laptop, and a high-speed Internet connection. It's all I need - and pretty much all I have in my Hudson home. (Oh yes, the Lucille Ball mohair couch and chair from the Salvation Army, let's not forget...)

Remember the last personal ad deconstruction I did, the guy who's boyfriend handed him the keys one day and was like, "You're a big loser, bye..."? That was a REAL ad. Seriously.

This is ANOTHER real personal ad that came into my mailbox today, some gay guy.

First, read it. Then, we'll talk.

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I am the one standing on the edge of the world..
Lost within reality and the fight of my struggle..
In a city where the lost souls are not being appreciated..
On the shallow surface torn between the love and hate..
Sitting alone in the dark with a broken smile..
Don't want to be seen nor to be heard by the world..
Am I fed up with the eyes of the people?
Or have I lost faith toward my own survival?
Never have I stopped in search for the fallen angel under the moon-night scene..
Only with you, as I believe I would truly feel belong as the ultimate scene..
Never have I given up in search for the fallen angel in my countless dreams..
Only with you, as have I always kept faith in myself and believe you truly exist..
Yesterday have I not told myself better luck tomorrow?
Today, I am still a lover with no one to love and bits of sorrow..
Day by day without a sign, hopeless does it not seem?
This is the price of having your own mind and being so unique..
There has not been a day that I do not feel left out by the world..
Or a moment without searching for a place where I feel belong..
Silence, darkness and faithless has taken me and drown me within..
Death, pain and loneliness are the infinite battles that I'll never win..
There is just no place for an absent mind and a missing soul..
All the society has given is that true beauty does not exist anymore.
Year by year have I never doubted myself believe in your existence..
Yet, it is my faith in you which kept me alive and the drive..
Never have I given up in search for the fallen angel..
Only with you, as I would truly feel belong for eternal..
Never have I given up in search for another lost soul..
Only with you, as I would truly feel appreciated in a new fall..
Because all I ever wanted.. Is Love.
A fallen Angel could be somewhere, here or there....who knows

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Babydoll, do us all a favor, and just kill yourself.

And now we'll know where to put the body.

Granted, no one is perfect, myself included,....but C'MON, PEOPLE!

Do you see why I say, "Happy Happy, Up Up!"? Some people need it. Desperately.

I don't know...maybe it's some poem by some famous author, what the fuck do I know? But, still, it's not the place for a personal ad!

Do you really want to date some mid-thirties gay man who broods like a goth teenager?

Can someone give him some drugs? Like some uppers?

You know I'm not a proponent of drugs, but in some cases, call in the drug dealer, have him pull up in the El Camino, and hell, I'll even pay for it.

Dolls! Dolls! Dolls!

Dolls to bring you up! Dolls to bring you down!