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Dafremen
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Hiya stranger!
Thought I'd write to let you know a secret about me. Well, it's not exactly a secret, but it sure does seem to get lost in the translation, so perhaps I should explain. You don't know me. Not really sure if you want to and that's would be a shame. You see, if there was ever a person who cared for you, you're reading of him. I don't hide it, as mentioned before, but I don't advertise it either. Too many ways to be misled on both sides of the fence that way.
I write things sometimes that must make me appear cronically obsessed with myself. The secret is, I'm just as obsessed with you and the things that you do. I've spent just about every waking hour of my days watching you, learning about you and adoring the little things that make you who and what you are. I watch myself just as intently. We're both fascinating, even when we're being boring.
The things I write? How do I explain why I write them? Maybe a short example will serve to illustrate:
When I was 16, I was walking along the side of the highway carrying my chess set. I loved that chess set. It was a carved soapstone set with each piece represented by an oriental figure. The king was an emperor, the queen an empress and so on.
As I walked along with the cars passing by, a strange urge to toss that wooden case in front of the next passing car filled me. In fact, I almost did throw it, but then stopped myself. What could have possessed me to even THINK about destroying such a beautiful, precious thing? It wasn't destructive urge, because I had no thoughts of destruction at the time, just an urge to see what it would look like, sound like, be like. I never found out because I never wanted to lose my chess set or my freedom badly enough to try.
There is no risk of that in writing. Though the pen is mighter than the sword, when you turn away from the written word you don't get your head chopped off.
So I write these things. Some are funny, some are not. They are what they are. I hope you understand now that many of these things are no more a reflection of who I am than a splintered chess set in the middle of the interstate would have been. I sincerely DO hope you can at least begin to understand.
If not, and in any event, I remain
Yours truly,
Daffy
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oh shut up
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User24
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well, yes, that is true of all of us to some degree.
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minnesota_chris
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I wonder, if ones head could be chopped off for what one wrote, if the writing would get any better.
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minnesota_chris
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I think it would certainly weed out some of the lesser writing.
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Dafremen
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I can't think of anything that would shut me up faster than having my head chopped off.
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minnesota_chris
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well, you wouldn't write stupid shit, that's for sure. But a sentence that would change the world... that one you might just say, even if you get killed. I might.
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Dafremen
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I've tried.
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User24
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btw, my comment was directed at dafreman, not '.'
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User24
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men, dafremen, sorry, dammit, blast.
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me
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The tasteful sins of all of you, is delishes...the course is on the menu, open to the second page and there you will see a picture of you, in a place, familiar....Here we dine, on your soul, for dinner, it serves as nothing.
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Saphfire
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my_secret is that I want you but I know I can't have you. I'm not suposed to want you but I can't help myself. If only you knew
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Dafremen
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Well I know NOW don't I. Sheesh. Secret m'ass. My heart's taken anyhow dear. Next life maybe? Yes, ciao.
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Dafremen
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Dear blather_spellcheck,
The question mark is overrated punctuation as it is. Do you really think a rhetorical question merits one?
Conserve question marks! Question less.
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ferret
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why?
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holy_goddamn_crap god_of_war my_secret
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ungreat
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I still think about hurting myself seriously five times a week. I still think how much better everything would be if I weren't in the picture. This future I thought I was living for turned out to be not what I signed up for. I guess this is just post-post-partum huh?
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Ungreat
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I can't even tell anyone. Not a soul. Not even here. I can't even think too loudly about because you might hear it like you did last night.
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