The hassid spits and moves on. He says -I spit and move on. I respond conversationally, -spit and move on. Have you ever seen a demon? Ever known what you were seeing?

I have said everything that I know about her. Pickup lines? To the best of my knowledge she fucked B, as vile and reprehensible as that may be, as indescribably disgusting (the very reason C and friend walked away nearly untouched this eve). Several bits of evidence have I, but I care less about that then the way she disses me friends of course. The way she dissed me.

So that letter will wind up here. At this rate. What do I have to say to her? And even if I say it I should say it here. Literatura. Scrittura. Speak to me. Why do your words all sound like something I've heard before? Like a drunk that calls me in the middle of a party? Yes, I bit her, what's it to you? Someone is panicking. Someone holds history in the palm of their hand. I don't much fancy your odds.

So let's not get confused biatchay. Let us not confuse politesse for kindness. In the end blood smells like blood and as the great welsh philosopher intones, doornails forget.

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