Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Okay, I haven't done that "pick 10 people and write secret messages to them" thing in a while and I sure won't do it today.

But here's 5. And none of them are to you.

1. I want to be a pretensious piece of shit like you. I want to wear a denim jacket, too. I want to look past you when I talk. I want to publish a zine and only take 2 stories per issue so I can reject people less fucking cool than me.

2. You asked who it was. Well, it's me. I'm quite a fan of your emo life. I like to explore the tweaked-out inside of your head. Though I'll probably never talk to you in person.

3. Alright, I admit. I still have dirty dreams of you. One dream keeps recurring. I wake up in your bed. I snuggle close to you and take your cock in my hand, then work it up and down until you wake up, hard and smiling. Remember how I used to do that? Then we'd fuck, half asleep, half ecstatic.

4. You look really fucking scrawny. Are you back on heroin?
Ha ha, just joking. You look great, keep up the heroin. Let's talk sometime.

5. I wrote a slanderous story about you and didn't change your name.
posted at 1:28 AM |