[Private]gimmethemapNovember 11 2009, 06:59:56 UTC
You weren't and I don't know if you really can.
But I'm sorry for lying to you. It was choosing between doing that and being with and around you again, or sticking to the truth and having it be worse than you not being here at all.
[Private] - Mistakes in the first one are Rube's.onderhausNovember 11 2009, 07:14:56 UTC
He's from my time. Popular guy. He wrote this poem - Well, it started with Christopher Marlowe in the 1500s, you follow? This guy wrote a poem romanticizing love. The Passionate Shepherd to His Love, I think it was called. It went something like
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[Private]gimmethemapNovember 11 2009, 07:30:27 UTC
Rube, there are a lot of things here -- murders, disappearances, what have you -- that I don't know I could have gotten through with sanity if you weren't here.
I'll tell you what: I'm going to go think about this, while it's quiet and no one's finger-painting their mirrors with body fluids or getting sucked into fucking storybooks.
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I can deal with bacon.
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But I'm sorry for lying to you. It was choosing between doing that and being with and around you again, or sticking to the truth and having it be worse than you not being here at all.
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Have you read any poetry by Ogden Nash?
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It's a nice escape, you get by for a while, and it ends in one big fucking mess.
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Okay.
I'll tell you what: I'm going to go think about this, while it's quiet and no one's finger-painting their mirrors with body fluids or getting sucked into fucking storybooks.
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