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I give up.

I gave in.

(I got maried?!)

Seriously. What else do you expect me to do with someone I'll always love?

I just feel like I've been emptied out.

Um?

Ought to do my taxes. I hear Chicago got Al Capone on tax evasion.

Violin is my drug.

_sarah_ is my dealer.

I'm geeking out, kids.

♥

bad day.

post pics for me to edit or something...I need something creative.

ladyk and thedvsmonkey need to get less busy. Were they any less busy, I would invite them over to my house to see larger-than-life me-porn.

They are an embarassment to pornoloverkind.

♥

Yes.

I missed you like whoah.

I may secretly be horribly mean-spirited.

I spent last night sending naked pictures of myself to an ex-fling....who is now a priest.

After causing him to fall out of bed repeatedly, I might have slightly propositioned him.

A little bit.

....I can't help it. The devil may be in me, but....well sexually exciting someone who is supposed to be above lust?

It just gets me...
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Alone, I found my way to him. I walked into the room, and there he was. Still.

Too still.

Pale, scruffy, with a green palour to his skin, as if his whole body had bruised and healed in a nasty way. He didn't move. I touched his hand. Cold. I shook it.

"Dad, guess what? I'm here." No response.

No response. Not a twitch, a...
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When you love something enough to want to create it, you study it so hard you can no longer enjoy it without critically destroying it. And when you can no longer enjoy it, the love is gone, and with it, the urge to create.

We murder to disect.