Very little. Very, very little. And it concerns me greatly, because often times we're asking for it, and other times we slinging it like Saturn rocks to Earthling cops. You don't know what that means. The verb is what's important. Slinging.
Pain and suffering to each other. Sike. That's too deep and too far. I'm more concerned with the things we're doing on the surface though, the knicks and scratches. Any one who has a new car will tell you ... crashing into a light pole is painful, but you're happy to be alive.
A scratch though. A little slit in a new coat of paint. Oh. Heavens no. Not that. That hurts. So do the next 45. Think about the ways we keep scratching each other.
I apologize if I've scratched you.
This is not a suicide note.
Just thought I'd mention because I wrote an apology in an essay once and the professor was concerned because she thought I was going to kill myself. No. Just scratch my liver. With this bottle of Jagermeister. Just kidding.
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aah i loved this entry. that's all.
I accept your apology. Shifting gears....I would never tell you who to vote for unless I was running.
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