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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=468659" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ang Tunay Na Lalaki Meets Barbie At The Shark Bar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">on Mulberry and Spring on a rainy night.<br>Her head sticks out of some woman’s tote bag<br>placed on top of the bar, she winks<br>at Ang Tunay na Lalaki. He looks at his gin and tonic,<br>looks back at the doll and hears her tiny voice<br>even though her lips aren’t moving. &quot;Hi there, <br>big guy. I was made in the Philippines. You look<br>like you were made there too.&quot; He responds<br>just to humor himself, &quot;Where, at the Subic Bay<br>manufacturing plants? Did you enjoy<br>being made by exploited laborers?&quot; Barbie crawls<br>onto the sticky bar and sits herself on the edge<br>crossing her legs. &quot;I remember those delicate fingers<br>expertly sewing the hairs to my head. Those women<br>were so nice to me.&quot; She bends at her waist<br>to let her hair down and dramatically lifts her head up<br>so her blond locks turn into a glamorous puff, <br>&quot;See, they did a good job. You must admit.&quot;<br>&quot;You’re incorrigible,&quot; he exhales a cloud of smoke<br>after lighting up a cigarette, &quot;And you’re <br>all plastic, petroleum based plastic.&quot;<br>Barbie places her palms against her face<br>and begins to sob. Ang Tunay na Lalaki sticks out<br>his middle finger, strokes the back of her head,<br>&quot;Now, now, doll. First time anyone ever told<br>you the truth?&quot; Barbie lifts her left arm<br>to swipe away his finger, &quot;My name’s Barbie!<br>Not Doll, Sweetie, Honey, or Dolly. It’s Barbie!&quot;<br>Ang Tunay na Lalaki sips his gin,<br>&quot;Look, Barbie. You have the perfect life, <br>you’re the world’s best-selling doll <br>and millions of little girls are buying you dresses.<br>Even the top fashion designers design<br>outfits for you.&quot; Barbie straightens her back<br>as if she had a spine, places <br>her hands on her lap, &quot;But you don’t know<br>how hard it is to be beautiful all the time. See,<br>you made my mascara run.&quot; He takes a napkin,<br>dips it into his drink, proceeds to wipe off<br>the small black streaks on her cheeks, &quot;It’s acrylic, <br>a water based paint.&quot; He reaches into his pocket<br>for a ball-point pen, draws rich eye lashes <br>around her eyes. Barbie slides over to a shot glass,<br>stares at her reflection, &quot;Hey, you’re good <br>at this. Have you ever considered a career<br>in make-up? I could recommend you <br>to our designers, you know.&quot;<br>Suddenly a woman’s human hand plucks<br>Barbie off the bar, stuffing her<br>back into a tote bag. His eyes follow<br>the tote bag out the door. All he can see<br>is a puff of blond hair and a stiff arm<br>swaying back and forth like a metronome.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nick+Carbo">Nick Carbo</a><div class=q>
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Her head sticks out of some woman’s tote bag
placed on top of the bar, she winks
at Ang Tunay na Lalaki. He looks at his gin and tonic,
looks back at the doll and hears her tiny voice
even though her lips..."></div>
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