...but I can't. I'd actually love to hear something funny right now, since it would be a welcome respite, if only for a moment. Even my favorite laywer jokes aren't even causing me to crack a smile.
I don't understand the duality I'm meeting. I don't understand the attitudes and perceptions that have split the manse. I do not believe that I can ever build up the scar tissue to pretend its OK. I cannot believe that this is how it is supposed to be.
So this guy walks into a bar, and sees a horse in the corner with a bucket of money in front of him...
Monday, November 05, 2007
I'd like to post something funny right now...
Posted by Blackiswhite, Imperial Agent Provocateur at 8:45 AM
Labels: open wounds
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