Monday, April 13, 2009

Tense. Intense. Awaiting, and waiting
for a response. Loneliness
becomes a perversion, quite often, saying
the wrong sort of thing. Poor fellow, let's
make fun of him. Yes! Let's
take the mick, pull the piss, play him
for a fool, and watch, watch him fall
over himself, and his
socially inadequate tendencies. Haha snigger
guffaw snort. His face is there to be laughed at.

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