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>well, missy, you can be his little sister...you can sit out on the front stoop
>and smoke until you feel your lungs turn black and drink till your piss smells
>like beer, and you can hear him say over and overandoverandover "listen listen
>listenlistenlisten..i have somethin important to *belch* say."
>
>you can have him....i'm looking for a loaner for life.
>LYDIAmoto@bitter like baker's chocolate.
 
bitter?! BITTER?!!!?!  DON'T EVEN FUCKING TALK TO ME ABOUT *BITTER*!!!!
 
(imagine the SLAMMING of fingers into the keys as I write this)
 
a)  I treated her like a *woman* because, for the weekend, she was a man.  If I
had *really* treated her like a woman, there would have been an endless barage
of head games and her dicking me around like a toy and the ultimatley igNORING
ME LIKE I WASN'T *JACK* *SHIT* ON . . .
 
hehe.  sorry.  (pause.  *sip*  *drag*  ahhhh ....)
much better
 
b) smoking till your lungs turn black and you piss beer  wouldn't be necessary
if it weren't for women in the first place.  There would be no need for self
destruction and I would desire a long, healthy, athletic and DOOM-laden life if
it weren't for  ... ah, nevermind.
 
c) You're looking for a loaner?  I'd also suspect that you're looking for a
loner, but have no fear beacuse I am both of these - I will owe the state of
Pennsylvania $40,000 (plus interest) until the day I die for this fine
education I'm receiving, (I guess I'm more of a borrower, but no pun in that)
plus I will infintessimally be, live, write, drink, eat, and do most things by
myself becasue of fucKING WOMEN WHO WOULD RATHER FUCK WITH MY HEAD THAN ...
 
sorry ... I'm digressing again, aren't I?  (*sip*  *drag*  ahhh ....)
 
where was I?  ah, yes, your post.
 
d) Quote:  "you can have him"
     i.   I cannot be passed around, like Magic Cards.
     ii.  Despite what you may or may not believe, I *cannot* be had, because,
          in time, you will discover that I am either too simple, stupid,
          drunk, complex, self-absorbed, caring, moralistic, high, earthy,
          anarchist, clingy, distant, poor, spoiled, manipulative, passive,
          or whatever adjective/adverb-you-choose to handle.  Them's
          the facts.
 
e)  Goddammit, Jim Morrison used to say "listen, liten, listen, *burp*" and now
everyone wants to hear what the fuck he had to say.  So, *listen*.
 
f)  Don't even fuck with me.  There will be *no* initiations of anything
*slighty* romantic from now on, until the day I die (projected date:  11/14/96)
be it with memebers of NO, The End, Chandler, Tori-Amos-Welcome-Here-House (my
place, btw), anyone in the state of VA, PA, MD, DC, NY, DE, or any bordering
states, the earth, anyone deceased, or anything else.   Oh yeah, I forgot NJ,
too, but that is kind of a given.  I've fucking had it, so quit all this
lamenting/rejoycing/posting/emailing/ircing/telepathing shit.  Or, titm.
 
g)  System Shock - I'm stuck.  What the hell?  The only escape I can see is in
this room full of these terminator-type dudes, who gun me down on the reactor
level before I can take 5 steps.  Am I missing armor?  A gun?  The room is too
small for grenades.
 
h)  I own the term bitter.  Anyone who wishes to use the word again in a post
must email me first and be granted permission.
 
Now, if you will excuse me, I just bought an eighth and it demands my attention.
 
murpes@alumis*sweet*