Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Trillian Thrillian

Dear correspondents
It's not that I don't love you
I just can't see you

(trillian often decides to not tell me when people write me instant messages. No window pops up, so I don't know they tried. They, in turn, are hurt by my cruel spurning. Their hurt turns to cold, cold rage and they plot against me in the quiet and in the dark.)

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