hello robert. we need to talk. ![]() ![]() ![]() | what an awesome idea, i don't think. begone figment! ![]() ![]() ![]() | no, i'm worried about you. i don't think you're handling the death of your friends at all well. ![]() ![]() ![]() | yeah, thanks for bringing that up. nothing helps me get over something more than continually bringing it up in mental conversations with myself. ![]() ![]() ![]() | they died and you didn't. it needs to be addressed. ![]() ![]() ![]() | yes, because it's that simple. not at all complex like the reason i have to wear this incredibly comfy suit and inhale the sweet, sweet fragrance of rotting flesh 24-7. ![]() ![]() ![]() | i don't think you should confuse the issue at hand. you're over complicating matters. ![]() ![]() ![]() | fuck off, i'm fine. ![]() ![]() ![]() | uh huh... ![]() ![]() ![]() | ![]() ![]() ![]() | i feel- ![]() ![]() ![]() | -pretty, oh, so pretty... ![]() ![]() ![]() | goddamn it, get out of my head! ![]() ![]() ![]() |
by Lliam Amor, Dan Beeston and the Goatlord.
©2009 Dan Beeston
So long
...said the actress to the Bishop.