Yes, yes, everything’s fine.
Smelling of roses.
Fine and dandy.
Wonderfully fantastic.
Except.
Except the fact that you make me sick.
To my back teeth, to my eye teeth.
Sick to my stomach.
Putrid, rancid bile inducing fakery.
Projectile-vomit staining jokery.
Vile, retching, gagging unawareness and selfishness.
When it’s only for my benefit you know it’s called hiding.
And you wouldn’t know it if I slapped your face with my contempt.
But you know, other than that.
I’m doing just fine.
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I do wonder who the hell you "were" talking about in this old post or if it was some sort of miasmic amalgamation of the many.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tyg3RtALnwg
Do you?
Ah so much to say about so much yet impossible to say anything.
Hi Anon,
I do wonder what encouraged you to leave a comment on such an old post.
But anyway... I'm liking the phrase 'miasmic amalgamation of the many' so let's go with that. This place was for me to post whatever I liked, and so I wouldn't take too much from anything here, most of the posts are as about the words, the rhythm and the imagery as anything else.
I presume you're asking if I know you, unless I am to read more into the video you posted. Let's just say that I know more about you than you'd possibly realise.
Sounds vaguely stalkerish, if you're not bluffing you'll be able to email me and tell me EVERYTHING you know.
Not stalkerish in the slightest, just intriguing that you hide behind the guise of being 'Anonymous'. But I don't really like games, and I'm bored now.
Well if you search for the truth you will find me.
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