I'm a stalker you're a stalker, I'm a focker, you're a focker
I am a stalk of celery...or a stock, how it may be.
Is that the way you want it? The revolving door of pettiness and naysaying? I didn't write you to make amends. I just wrote you to clear the air. All I found out is that you are petty. You are the thing you don't want to be. I don't know how you addressed Marguerite in 2007 when you wanted to come clean with her but she didn't give you a chance. You want to and like punishing people. You just cannot accept what they have to say in private. You have to make a public spectacle of everything including the idea you drank bad lemon moonshine. It's not interesting or provoking. I didn't write you to detect if your character had changed. Yet it's obvious you still want to play a game with everyone who ever passed into and out of your life. I am not going to try to correspond again even a year from now. I donated the Madonna CDs to the Goodwill. It's been 20 years since she was anything. I don't want to engage with negative people. Goodbye.
Years ago @PoliticGravity Jane Hoffman sent me this Prince t-shirt. It’s been packed away in storage for a decade. One of the last time I wore it was 1998 when I went to Six Flags in Jackson, New Jersey. It’s been with me since about four years before that. It has the O(+> symbol on the back.
When we have this garage sale on Sunday, it’ll be amazing what actually goes for sale, and what later ends up in the dumpster. I plan to take nothing back into the house after the sale. I’m not really selling any of my clothes, because I’m not a big clothes horse, so I don’t own a lot of clothes, by default. I tend to buy something, wear the fuck out of it for years, then throw it away. My clothing cycling habits are horrible and extreme. haha
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