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Category: The Brand New & Improved Testament Tags: art, brown, diary, hope house, ink, journal, Kuwait, leather, Sketchbook
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Dammit . . . how can you show such tenderness without actually saying the word or working in some kind of soft iced creamy sloppy gunk that dribbles out of me when I hate it. No I don’t hate it, that’s not strong enough, I despise it. The words don’t come. They never do, not really, there’s always a hint of force isn’t there. But you, you lovely creature . . . your words flow with such ease . . . you are a beautiful, charming, snmart, aarrgh, nightmare!
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Maybe the words are Arnold Schwarznegger. I’m not sure what your comment means but I’m going to file it under ‘compliment’. So thank you.
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