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| blueroses |
you were immaculately polite, as usual. cordial, friendly, even abashed at having to make such a request. servile flattery at its best. didnt like it. never liked it. dont like it when you hide behind veils and walls of calm, cool propriety. your compliments provoke this twisted, mad hostility from me, and i dont know why... im your photographic negative, your polar opposite. fragile scabs of grace and dignity torn by nails of blunt confrontation. i dont even know what your one-line reply meant, although i read it five times over. in retropect, i guess you were sincere, that you were trying to do this with some grace. im sorry. i cant stand scabs... im an idiot that way. |
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| realistic optimist | try mustard | 040125 |