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[apiphile]

Old World Nice

so i'm not a perfectionist;

this is the part in the conversation where someone, usually someone with first-hand lived experience of being a shitty teenage girl which they haven't quite grown out of, says:

i can tell

the problem with closed societies
small towns and families
is you know someone has nowhere to go
sooner or later they have to swallow what you're feeding them
no matter how many times they walk off mid-conversation
because you stuck your claws in their face again.

you're so proud of the ways you have to hurt people
that they have no defence against;

so. i'm not a perfectionist. the things i make are "charmingly imperfect".

that is to say
they're shit
and you would rather throw them away
but here's where the small town comes into play

that's rude

and you have to keep your social standing somehow.

I think i have spotted a way I can torment you
The way you insist on tormenting me;
through wild generosity
I will fill your home with ugly gifts
Until you are compelled to break cover
And your whirring feathers reveal you
Just a silly old hen
Of no consequence.