i've had a bad reminder all day that troublewaits has
been here one month and if she isn't back by
now i'd have to call her out.
say: i hate everyone,
no more seal of approval on one more human being, a
decade later first person you fall with is a nameless, invisible child.
makes sense to me.
Something is coming, i don't know what.
Oh first, are there any on-line sensitive lili-killin
sins-of-omission and couldn't care less
skanky hos hanging around? Webaster, is there a
screening process, i don't want them here,
make them go, can you give them
a virus, why can't i say their names if they're
just cunts, clones, cunts, fakes, handlers,
please explain, again, meanwhile
everyone please think up some new ways
to hurt unaccountable black as hell dark as
night murderering backstabbing filth and
i'll read them a special portent, come here, Shakespeare
to win me soon to hell, my female evil
tempteth my better angel from my side,
and would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
wooing his purity with her foul pride
...i guess one angel in another's hell
yet this shall i ne'er know, but live in doubt
til my bad angel fire my good one out.
something's coming but i don't know what.
this is it, she did it right, reader, go look, what
would you think if you were me? can you
find a clue as to what she
was trying to get?
once i woke up the scholar, good
morning rich man one of your invited guests is now
loading the 38 lead-head bullets, is this
all part of the grand design? So i asked him if i could
(lili, if you're reading this, i'm sorry, hon, will never again think such a thing, ever, i've read a lot of books the last month, ok,) but i
told the scholar i will have you committed if
it was the last thing i did, and he emailed me back a taunt,
webaster, can we put it up,
i have it you know, let me know and i'll send it to you,
basically, it says sure i spoze you could have her committed, of course you'd need to know her name and location first.
is there a hacker in the house?
come to me.
another elusive almost person, almost.
(note: not fuckin zealot),
gone, lost, abducted, stolen, deserted, severed, kidnapped, taken, estranged, un-wanted, un-lamented almost 22,
something to be spoken of quickly in the past tense and then just as quickly forgotten.
wonders if she could almost really be the best person on
she loses herself
myopia: the need to connect
everyone gets ten seconds to play their rusty lone
ten seconds then
when lili is the boston pops.
thank you for the best 3 months i'll see again, ever,
teaching me how to love again, fuck again, live and write again,
from you and for you,
this bitterness will forever
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