Brooklyn the youth worker, I discard profiles every day. Bombarded with girls that have little say.

What comes from their aura is the same as before.  I delete the app, and leave wanting more.

Empty slogans and skulling cans.  I just want a real woman who has service in their plans.

To give their gift until they drop dead. And wake up in the morning with coffee in bed.

The app is a lie. The truth is we can do better. Nothing like two strangers writing a love letter. 0488488164, write me instead. Let the other girls think communication is dead.


With Love, Kristian Michail