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Apr 15, 2006 22:32

I thought I'd stop by.

I've been betrayed, outright lied to, to my face, I might as well be made from rice paper, an origami lover.

The cherub, it would appear, has become the Fallen Angel.

Throwing his little house party, scuttling about in the hope that I don't notice him when 'I'm in London for the 3 weeks'. Putting the blinkers on me.

I'm not as angry as I though I would be... but I am seething with rage. And I want to cry my eyes out.

A cock doesn't get sucked for free these days.

Darling, you can fuck off, but be scared. Be afraid. What's to stop a few anecdotes slipping out, a couple of alibis broken. I don't need you, I have James Rookyard, by my side, who is a genius. You are just a liar, a coward, a Pandora, and an emotional eunuch.

Unless I really do need you, in which case, I'm fucked. And you will escape unscathed, I'm sure.
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