Apr 06, 2004 11:01
Copper II told me to stay out of it. But i didnt listen. I normally don't listen to nobody but my best friend Dora May, who coincidentally is in a beach somewhere in the Bahamas sun bathing with her new fling she calls the 'Tweed in a Suit'. Don't get me wrong. She A-D-O-R-E-S him. They are perfect for each other.
And what happened last night they ask. How should i know? I was drunk. And alas,they squabble over sweet nothings, they whisper, they actually whisper with me in the kitchen fixing breakfast, about the damn party. Heck. I wasn't even supposed to be there.
And so i got into the trouble despite all the horror cards showing the fate that would await me. And I got punched in the face. Yes, in my beautiful face. i now go around with a bruised cheek and a swollen upper lip. And work is just as bad. People whisper, they actually whisper
{fiction sucks. but it's all i know how to do. i dont know how not to tell lies. careful now, where you tread.. you can never trust.. and dont ever.. as much as the world beckons you to tranquility, be wary.. everyone is a stranger.. no one exists but you.. can you say otherwise? Really now}
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