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If you don't know who you are,
trust me.
MANY people are laughing at the "so good it can't be true"
story I've been telling: here, there + everywhere.
Oh. WITH your name.
Why hold back?
I've done absolutely NOTHING I'm ashamed of,
except buy way too many flowers,
only to be 20 mins late to your place and get chewed out, no less.
Best I can say to you is thanks for all the material.
1. I'm damaged goods (what? three times?)
2. I'm afraid I'm gonna fuck this up. (What? You already were fucked up!!!!)
Thanks for the shove I was too close to the fire to see that I needed it.
Life's so much better now without someone timing my visits to the toilet.
...that stings like a bee...
B. Like my name.
Oh. Let the dogs out of their cages when you're out and about and working.
How sad, dogs spending so much of their time caged.
Why don't you get them a job at the local mall.
After all they are locked up that often, for that long.
And when it comes to furniture, wood floors and rugs:
a dog will give you unconditional love.
Fuck the furniture, wood floors and rugs.
It's the dogs that count.
Everything else can be cleaned, repaired, or repurchased.
Or, God forbid, you can do without.
Then again there's that decorator you need...
...you don't need me no more...
One thousand beautiful things.......
Funny. I don't see your name on the list,
even though you're not a "thing."
A creature from the CL lagoon, maybe.
Just an overeducated "therapist" who couldn't spell help if he dialed 9-1-1.
Wait.
JUST YOU WAIT.
Personally, I'm pissing my pants, and can't wait.
But you'll know.
BELIEVE ME.
You'll know.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
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