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Monday, July 31, 2006
femme The jigsaw is a piece more complete. One more dot is connected. Now i'm polishing another, of my multi-facets. If i were Eve, i'd beg to be free. Burn me to ashes, back to nobody. Truth is the sister that plays treason, and Secret is the hapless that makes thee sings reasons. I would wave white but my body's bleeding rejection. Hark, one and all! Hark! I've uncovered my hatred for some men, like a piece of fossil, like antiquated china, like your Girl Guides cookie box under the bed from '92. You, friend, friends, acquaintances, friends of friends, ex-boyfriend, wannabe-boyfriends, teachers, street surveyors, cousins, uncles, stalkers, father, father. Fathers. Useless. Try and we'll see if you'll break me someday. Don't bother attempting to prove anything. I only love my baby and he's the only exception. Bloodbrotherbear, the distinguished Droolmaker. fara // 21:37 |