I open the knocking door, expecting the postman with my array of international cheeses. I crack the door and find an empty doorstep. No postman. No cheeses. The semi-formal social is cancelled
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Barnyard follow-the-leader.foreignpetalsMay 5 2006, 21:25:41 UTC
Am I getting the kiss off? err... again? should I cancel the float of flowers and the helicopter flight to the suite in the Puget Sound.
I wish you would have told me sooner, doll. Gary Shandling and his wife, Mona, invited me to a hockey game and I told them I couldn't go because I had a "fuck date."
Thanks a bunch, baby. My lonely Cinco de Mayo thanks you. And my ill reputation thanks you. I think I'll converse with a bottle of rum tonight.
LY. You won't see my face smiling for a while, baby.
Re: Barnyard follow-the-leader.shiningclothesMay 6 2006, 01:46:21 UTC
you know that my phone and actions are closely monitered, i am a creature solely based on random events and sudden urges. If I have failed to please your standards, yet again, I refuse to appologize. I can only stretch myself so many ways and yours is in a direction that my stubby arms fail to reach.
born under the stars of tragedy.porcupinesoulMay 6 2006, 10:56:56 UTC
You've become pretty flexible, miss, and that's a feat to be proud of. Stay proud. Perhaps it is I that should apologize, then. For being so utterly pathetic that I cannot make you crack a smile like I used to. You, it seems, can only smile when you see how down-on-my-luck I've become. Someone who has.. what was it? "never wronged me?"
Swell, I suppose. This neverending purgatory of cock teases and misread fortunes I've been dropped into should suffice in making you giggle for another eternity or two.
Your refusal to apologize is expected, miss. But this role reversal you have pulled has made me a supervillain of sorts, and I left my purple pants in the garden. Make sure you're ready for the powers you've unleashed.
Sympathy is solely for the dead.shiningclothesMay 6 2006, 17:03:27 UTC
There is nothing I can do that will bring you, or anyone else happiness.I am quite simply the polar opposite of anything optimistic and have warned you from the start, I am the ruiner of good intentions, I am the direction you may feel freely to point your finger and blame.
never once has this void been filled and im quite positive that it never will be.
This "role reversal" you speak of is simply a misinterpretation. If there was a role to play I would be the corpse that no one cried over, not your antagonist.
This song has been on repeat for days and I will never be the one to end the loop. Maddening and catchy there is no sure signs of hope looming around any corners in this town.(or any, really.)
Re: Sympathy is solely for the dead.porcupinesoulMay 6 2006, 21:58:05 UTC
antagonists? voids? i never wanted happiness from you. I never want happiness from anyone. I can manage being happy all on my own, thank you. I just want to make others happy. I wanted to make you happy. I thought I sort of did. I'm not trying to fill any "voids." And, like I told you earlier today, I never meant for you to take anything I wrote seriously.
You hold a sense of masochism at a much larger scale than anyone I've ever known. But that's not a bad thing. And I'm not going to treat you like shit. You've found the person you're meant to be with. And I've found yet another person I'll never get a chance to understand.
I'm fine. You're fine. He's fine. No one is hurt (badly). We've all won.
You really never deserved to be treated how I treated you. Back then we would surround ourselves with terrible people who encouraged terrible things and terrible actions. Offending just to offend.. that's no way to live a life.
Simply put, I need you To keep me from the cold
But needless to say I've been where you've been On these cold Autumn Days
Buckle up, my darling This is just the beginning
These cold Autumn days Will turn to frigid December
-a section of one of several songs I've actually written directly about you
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I wish you would have told me sooner, doll. Gary Shandling and his wife, Mona, invited me to a hockey game and I told them I couldn't go because I had a "fuck date."
Thanks a bunch, baby. My lonely Cinco de Mayo thanks you. And my ill reputation thanks you. I think I'll converse with a bottle of rum tonight.
LY.
You won't see my face smiling for a while, baby.
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Swell, I suppose. This neverending purgatory of cock teases and misread fortunes I've been dropped into should suffice in making you giggle for another eternity or two.
Your refusal to apologize is expected, miss. But this role reversal you have pulled has made me a supervillain of sorts, and I left my purple pants in the garden. Make sure you're ready for the powers you've unleashed.
Chimes Destructo.
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never once has this void been filled and im quite positive that it never will be.
This "role reversal" you speak of is simply a misinterpretation. If there was a role to play I would be the corpse that no one cried over, not your antagonist.
This song has been on repeat for days and I will never be the one to end the loop. Maddening and catchy there is no sure signs of hope looming around any corners in this town.(or any, really.)
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You hold a sense of masochism at a much larger scale than anyone I've ever known. But that's not a bad thing. And I'm not going to treat you like shit. You've found the person you're meant to be with. And I've found yet another person I'll never get a chance to understand.
I'm fine. You're fine. He's fine. No one is hurt (badly). We've all won.
good night, grace.
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Simply put, I need you
To keep me from the cold
But needless to say
I've been where you've been
On these cold Autumn Days
Buckle up, my darling
This is just the beginning
These cold Autumn days
Will turn to frigid December
-a section of one of several songs I've actually written directly about you
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