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Your word's hurt, only you. (Other) by horus8

Ornella Muti "I have the white-blue eye of my Gallic ancestors, their narrow skull and their clumsiness in fighting. I find my clothes as barbarous as theirs. Only I don't butter my hair" A quote by Arthur Rimbaud from "a season in hell & The drunken boat" 20-Feb-03, 06:05 PM I heard you didn't get the commercial. Sorry. My friend got it. Ooops you did it again. Liars make bad actors. Get it? Bad karma. What did I tell you? I am sorry you're projecting your anger towards me. It's not my fault you impregnated the ugliest girl in the land of beautiful people. Sorry. Ohh.. she's dumb too... Yes, you did say you didn't love her. And you were over at my place less than a month ago wishing she would pack her shit and move to Texas. And weren't you trying to impregnate me? Yes. You are such a liar. What kind of world do you live in? You are a dillusional piece of shit. You're nothing. Worthless. Whore. By the way I am quite secure with my sexuality. But obviously you are not hence you feel the need to fuck men. I value intimacy. Get it? No, you don't. You impregnate a dumb, ugly runaway...you fuck any girl with a pussy and any guy with a dick. You're pathetic, truly. You keep saying you hate being alive, so why don't you do this world a favor and go shoot up some heroin...please. Spare us from the devil. You take innocents and break them. You're filthy, dirty human being. I hate you more than you could possibly ever imagine. Go and pretend you are this great charismatic... good looking snake... because people are stupid. Nobody sees through your pathetic tricks. Liar. Faggot. Sick mutilated bastard. Thanks for the poem. By the way my social life is just peachy... and yes, I had lunch with the President of Virging Records...Ray Lott... yeah Psycho like me. Faggot. Oh yeah..and I have a job in the music industry. Stupid Faggot. Don't ever call me. Ever. You hear that. Ciao lover. Editor's note: How you sleep at night only god must know. Your word's polish off your delusions nicely. i see you with binoculars and binaca going through that star's trailor in your own mind, but alas, nobody's home. The sad thing is i almost feel sorry for you, but not quite. Also; please refrain from calling me your lover. That is an impossible assumption and giving credit where none is do.

Bachus 20-Feb-03/9:03 PM
This is Metaphysics. something you can't erase as easily as your past.now all mine to play with.
The power of your words losing their virginity and turning into the inevitable sign that says 'no vacancy'.

I love macs.

20-Feb-03, 07:00 PM
From the picture you send me of Nadine, looks like she is the only one shopping at K Mart...and please do something with her hair and her face...haha....
Someone who always judges people on the way they look and look at who you are with... YOu are a fucking joke.
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horus8
20-Feb-03, 07:23 PM
Why oh lord when i'm on 'vail' (a term thast jesus is not familiar with) don't they love me too. is it my future wife's mullet... is it my kmart shopping
sprees.. i fear it's the jokes i tell lord...the unfunny ones about my evil ways with the brown holes and not the off pink ones. it must be my judging of
judges who are judging judge judy. perhaps it's the last pudding container in my vegetable crisper. oh lord fill my love seat (tight tan ass) with the
holiest of spirits and bring salve, please.
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Ornella Muti
20-Feb-03, 07:10 PM
You're a liar. Why did you tell me you got a commercial? What's the point of lying to me? So you look cool. Please, once again, quite pathetic. I know
you're dirt poor. Looking at your wife's mullet it's self evident. So when are you gonna suck some dick? Let me know. I can refer you to some wealthy
gay men. I'll collect 10%. Ciao bisexlual lover.
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horus8
20-Feb-03, 07:17 PM
Why oh lord must i get the big pay back...
is not my homosexuality and blatant drug addictions and life of nomadic instability without parents not enough?...oh lord, must i be swallowed by
herman Melvilles fat assed wicked step daughter's fish too...will they come and remove my microwave and juicer sweet lordy... do they know that last
week i came close to getting three commercials just like the week before that and the week before that? why was i a bad boy sweet jesus.? why did i
feed the stray mutt? i would repent, but i'm in to much pain too... notice how hard it is for me to even write my thoughts...lord when you made me the
evil one why did you not tell me that i would be getting the big rock hard drug coated pay backs, oh lovely god... was it the beauty of my tight
buns...the whiteness of my dense perfect smirk...i want you to know lordy..nothing has changed here? in fact i'm getting ten extra channels on tv and
my mail is delivered dry and not wet, my hamock is even swinging slower but i know that the pain is there somewhere...with my missing furniture..the
pain is in my lonely...loveseat. it has been laid on while i was...sleeping, now my chairs stained and just a mess,
and i feel a tear a brewing. my peccavi's were selfish, just like yours sweet jesu. i fear my loveseat is now ruinedu
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Ornella Muti
20-Feb-03, 07:33 PM
I hate you more than anything, and I fucking don't want to talk to you anymore. But I am sure you can discuss metaphysics with Nadine. Don't forget to
think of me whne you make love to her (like you used to say) Farewell lover, TR
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horus8
20-Feb-03, 07:46 PM
I have never discussed metaphysics with you or her. why would that interest me? a hamster can't be taught to think like a bird. they do not sing...they
run in wheels. i hope your farewell is excrusciatingly pleasant, and you would of course be the last person i thought of while making love. even settle
dressed up like my mother would cross my mind before that would (use to say? by the way...Nadines not from Texas (lol), can you imagine how long
me and her laughed at your message the other day (where did you get texas? we don't even know anyone in texas, she's from e. la, genius..we both
just looked at eachother and then laughed for hours i actually have to thank you...we are closer now)...
i have told her everything. today, i even auditioned for miller geniune draft...i've always thought of myself as more of a miller guy anyway. So... that
all said. Game over. you lose. Really there were no winners or losers just a soiled loveseat and an eviction notice.
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horus8
20-Feb-03, 07:48 PM
And just like that life goes on, and yes tanya getting over you was as easy as getting on top of you. farewell.




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