Still, I shall vent: If you don't like whine, feel free to skip, I know i too will be disgusted with this petulant drivel in a few moments.
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The only Girl i've ever loved, was born with roses in her eyes*... yet all the ones I wish as friends seem intent on rectifying that un-rectifiable deficit by sticking such plants, thorns and all into their craniums.... and as painful as those things must have been to put in, it is a nightmare to extract them - kindness doesn't seem to work - yet i'm no jerk - but because of that I cannot believe I'm the idol they would make of me, and must make at least an attempt to demonstrate that.
Inaction only leads to deception, but action leads to despair - both are painful - geh, I'm glad I don't believe in karma, else my heart would be one bloody piece of flayed jerky.
Grrr... I've spent my life trying to pull the stick from my cyclopean orb, and having failed in that endeavor, what recourse or hope have I of threading the blinded landmines with emotionally swamped reason just begging to be trampled on?
I shut the door and they drown outside, to busy trying to open the lock than to swim for the surface, should I open it however, I fear a horrible internal death.
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It's bad enough when you want them and they don't want you... but I think it's a million times worse when you just want friendship, and they are intent on reversing their lives over you.
Moderation is the key both ways... but how to make that clear to those teeming masses who are already predisposed to blindness, let alone the thousand yard stare of those wrapped in the thick red curtain of passion?
* "... ♫ but then they buried her alive one evening 1945 ♪ ..."
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Um.... Sorry about that. <_<
It's just that i've left to many wounded puppies in my wake to feel calm about the upcoming Pomeranian that is intent on hitching a ride to my pant leg.
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Meh,
/-Me needs to get over it and play some Doom, go hunting, play golf, or somesuch.






