Good Luck.

[mahound]

Now that I'll always have a sneer in my smile.

Man, she's a cockicidal maniac. c'est compleat malfou. Even my south end homer st experience doesn't measure up. Fuck me... Uh.

Fuuuucking hell.

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[prinzessin]

quest que ce?

[mahound]

my ex.

[prinzessin]

RENOIR

[nymphaea]

What's curious is why you put so much time into thinking about me and my life now, enough to warrant an oblique jab at me through livejournal.
And, I don't need the luck, but thanks. I'm sure you know as well as I do that this figures got 'em "dropping like flies". ha.

Sorry about being rude.

[mahound]

It's more like an artifice to me.
A little unrequited sorrow to warm the soul. I delibrately do this, not "to" myself, but "for". The emotional medly is fascinating to me still.
Or something like that. That's pretty close to the reality I think, but there's other details too. Ask me tomorrow afternoon and I'll probably have another answer. I may not even be thinking about a person that corresponds to you in the present, since I know nothing at all about you now. All of my pining, if you will, is constructed from memories.
Also curiosity. I wonder what you're up to, or whether you're content or not. Which I would hope for, contrary to what you may think about me.

I'm sorry about how crass I sound here. When I think about it, I don't really mean to insult you. Particularly in this instance, I'm just trying to be funny or goofy like always.

"And, I don't need the luck, but thanks. I'm sure you know as well as I do that this figures got 'em "dropping like flies". ha."

Heh, yes, indeed I do my dear.