what follows is a sad commentary. a message to someone with a non-functional misunderstanding of humanity, especially themself, a misrepresentation, a person I knew. a rant maybe, some lingering pain,
Dear Terrible Person,
Yes, I like flowers. That's my motherfucking job, I'm a Botanist, Comprendes? who doesn't like flowers? is this part of the 'Honesty' thing? pre-judgement? some bizarre feminine attachment to archaic masculine roles? this whole damn thing makes me sick, I think you're homophobic. and you hide with this facade of liberal guilt, a one-way screen with which you judge and feel self-righteous at the same time. Coke is for losers. G'wan way from me......
OK, I feel better now, I'll continue this when the heartstrings say so, it's almost time for Lost, I'm trying it out 'cause all the people on my team rave about it. the Twin Peaks template still is in effect
Dear Terrible Person,
Yes, I like flowers. That's my motherfucking job, I'm a Botanist, Comprendes? who doesn't like flowers? is this part of the 'Honesty' thing? pre-judgement? some bizarre feminine attachment to archaic masculine roles? this whole damn thing makes me sick, I think you're homophobic. and you hide with this facade of liberal guilt, a one-way screen with which you judge and feel self-righteous at the same time. Coke is for losers. G'wan way from me......
OK, I feel better now, I'll continue this when the heartstrings say so, it's almost time for Lost, I'm trying it out 'cause all the people on my team rave about it. the Twin Peaks template still is in effect
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irish:
Why thank you ....
surfbetty:
howdy neighbor 