nimbusfool

Pretty much I'm an asshole because I no longer sugar coat the words that come out of my mouth. I wrote a great email tonight, how is this for love letters:
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subject: just a final goodbye


I would say I wish you the best but I don't like you. I tried so hard and when you were out of sight all you gave me was shit. so fuck you. I mean that in the most loving sense of the phrase. say it and grin. fuck you. my bed is empty, I've fucked floozes and I've fucked all other manner of girls. You though. You were something special, in the most haunting sense. You know we'll never talk when or if you come back to this shit hole of a town. All I want is to feel your toes with mine as I go to sleep. I hope some guy is fucking you so hard right now that you walk like a penguin. Oh wait, Your not like that. We'll you were not like that. Travel + isolation makes people change. The girl I loved is no more. So why I try to love a memory is beyond me.

Anyways, Not to digress- but I only wish you poison dear, I want you to love someone so hard and then have them treat you as the last thing that matters to them. *mwa

hopefully wishes come true

Unfortuantly yours,

Alexander J. Gordon
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Ugh. Silly drunkenness. Fuck I'm about three fourths of the way ready to call a curse. All the plights, all the anger, all the darkest black gods, the rage, the pain, whew- light my candles and draw a circle because puppy you left something here that stinks of you and as a focus well - ah.

I'll just passout instead because I got a wicked rush off firing a piece of shit worker today, well the buzz is also the ten beers I've had. m m m good. yawn. "I got no feelings, I got no feelings, I got no feelings for anybody else, expect for my self, my self, my beautiful self" - Johnny Rotten