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Thursday, May 17, 2007
Mean reds..go away
It's people like you who bring me right to my limits; who make me want to tear out in hysterics. People who have no sense of self-assessment, people who cannot write sensitivity before society, people who are unable to see past themselves and their level of comfort. It's people like you, who ask idiotic questions and hope for safe answers, who don't deserve so much as a civil word

..how can you even expect enthusiastic conversation?

But what disgusts me most about you -and people like you, is the blatant hypocrisy that crawled its way into your "sensible" brain and the way you entertained it like a visiting Pope. What I cannot help but ignore you for is the fact that you see every bit of you rotting, slowly and obviously, without enough sense in that formerly "sensible" brain to care!

Here's a question; are you alright? And what the hell happened? I can't even bear to be in the same room as you, anymore, sometimes -to extreme measures. And for someone as loose in the lips as I am, it's incredible that I can barely throw together two words to reply.

It's people like you and people like her, but we'll dwell on that another time..this is a complete waste of time and (negative) energy. You're turning into a complete waste of time and energy..and it's a crying shame, really. What the hell happened..

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