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[beckekilkenny]

I want to wake up every morning to the sound of a dozen warm-voiced men, chanting hospitable phrases in a foreign tongue. I want it to always be grey outside, so I never get a sunburn and I'm always in the anticipation of rain.

I want so fucking much, and it makes me so fucking miserable.

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[anonymous]

I want to wake up every morning to the sound of your voice, singing me to sleep and awake. My eyes would be drowning in tears thinking of you.

[beckekilkenny]

I'm sorry. You have me confused. I'm Beck Kilkenny, of Roseville. There's probably some other Beck Kilkenny you're thinking about, because this Beck Kilkenny doesn't warrant secret admirerers, at least not at this point. By the looks of it, the whole "awesome rockstar/neopoet" thing won't be coming around for another five to seven years. Until then, know that you'll be first on the list once time comes.

Thank you, and good luck!

[_________hiphip]

ptch Beck shut your mouth. I used to like you. Secretly.
And then not so secretly.

[beckekilkenny]

Still, you shouldn't have had a crush on me either. People just aren't supposed to have crushes on me, it's just screws up the entire dynamic of my universe.

Wait, are we in the negaverse?