Break Up Letters To The Damned
I'm backdate/posting all the entries I can find, and am currently iin October 2004. Woohoo? Anyhow, I was worried that all remnants of this particular post would have been destroyed by the Russian ass-hacker, but, apparently, I backed up my favorite responses. Basically, I posted a meme asking people to break up with me. In response, I would
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We who are nothing like straight
Who must therefore love the curves
Your crooked heart
The way every woman looks better when I compare her to you
Sarah you are the most one dimensional figure I have ever seen
If love were blind
Then no one would listen to the Blackhawk of your voice
You betchya
When the wolves come for you
All swagger and snowlit in the tundra of your mind
You will not huddle in the eighteen hours of night
You will beam flashlights in their eyes
Batter their nose with newspapers you don't read
They will devour you anyway
Howling to their ancestors
How you twisted in their stomachs like a moebius
How the tang of your inhuman flesh lingers on the tongue until death
Sarah
When I leave you
Carcass soft and bloodless on the White House steps
I want you to remember the all bad times we had
You were the murmur in an old man's heart
A twinge in the arm
Your future lies on the back of a Trivial Pursuit card
Your present is pitbull rabid and heaving
Your breath in irons
Until the only thing filling your chest is air
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