I tossed the first torpedo in the water, after all.
Sorta.
Either way it's probably just deserts.
BAM!
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so i am convinced of the idea: " those who snoop or question a significant other are the guilty ones themselves." i havent done anything of the such until i texted you. the song by postal service came on..."take a look at me now". i hate that song because its a phill collins cover. i verbalized my hatred by saying: "This remix/cover is too techno-ie,i hate it, it's too broken up." and reply, "i like this song. (pause).... (awkward palpablepause)... you're too broken up"
hello cory, i'm back. are you still renewing your membership to this? i believe i set it on autopay some time ago. Did i ever leave? i am officially calling myself a cunt.
So you see...I'm never going to come to terms with all of that, so you had better just know that some things don't die. They just don't. And you can't kill them off with any number of effective weapons that may have worked in the past with any degree of potent efficiency. Them's the rules.
It's like you take a pitchfork and a torch and you drive that monster back into the trees, but it just keeps relentlessly coming back in the night, in your dreams. They don't leave.
And sometimes you don't want them to leave.
You always were gliding swiftly down a razor's edge, and that's why I fell in love with you.
2 comments:
so i am convinced of the idea: " those who snoop or question a significant other are the guilty ones themselves."
i havent done anything of the such until i texted you. the song by postal service came on..."take a look at me now". i hate that song because its a phill collins cover. i verbalized my hatred by saying:
"This remix/cover is too techno-ie,i hate it, it's too broken up."
and reply,
"i like this song.
(pause)....
(awkward palpablepause)...
you're too broken up"
hello cory, i'm back. are you still renewing your membership to this? i believe i set it on autopay some time ago. Did i ever leave? i am officially calling myself a cunt.
So you see...I'm never going to come to terms with all of that, so you had better just know that some things don't die. They just don't. And you can't kill them off with any number of effective weapons that may have worked in the past with any degree of potent efficiency. Them's the rules.
It's like you take a pitchfork and a torch and you drive that monster back into the trees, but it just keeps relentlessly coming back in the night, in your dreams. They don't leave.
And sometimes you don't want them to leave.
You always were gliding swiftly down a razor's edge, and that's why I fell in love with you.
Maybe that's why I still love you.
???
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