on the front, a number.
behind, an ellipsis.
what is behind the ellipsis?
(do i not extinguish the candles better than anyone? is this somehow not enough for you? must i begin to use words i don't believe in using?)
let me know what time you want to go (dot dot dot)
preparing myself to be "the woman" (as opposed to "the OTHER woman")
hm this has never happened before.
but he's not retarded (is he?)...
would not have allowed me to find it.
no wait: atras, a different handwriting
not ME, but HER, in a man's handwriting.
let HER know what time you want to go...
it was found on the nightstand, between vampire books and lawyer books.
anything worthy of my celos would have been hidden, no?
remember: yesterday; work; recruiting of candidates.
sigh of relief - i have not attached myself to an idiot
(but i am still plagued by exceptions, asides, caveats, counterpoints. and yes, ellipses...
ahHA! the HER and man's handwriting... HE'S ASKED A PIMP TO FIND HIM A HO!
and wait! HE DOESN'T CARE BECAUSE IF HE DID HEWOULDN'THAVELETMEFINDIT!
my poor negrito, he has attached himself to a retard.)
2.10.06
celos
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