Hello, dear bastard.
have long wanted to write. About 7 years or so.
The time I've not heard a drill that reached the nausea when I thought of you. Now, there is only the nausea.
Today, Frankie, Isahiah, Moses, Eliza and Kaeli-Shea were here. It was a nice day. We played cricket and ate pancakes. Uhh ... kilos do not know why I can only accumulate on the hips. I believe that although he weighed 100 kilos, my face would still be thin and faint image that we all expect. Of you "boring" and fragile woman, but "solid and decent." You image.
15 years have passed ... God mine! A long time!
not to forgive, right. But you could say I'm happy now (although you)
Ever wanted to know what hurt me most of all "matter"?
Well I tell you now: It was you.
YOU were the only author of my pain.
not what you did with that girl, with whom he played as the park with my confidence, my innocence ... But what you did to me.
Did you thought you knew? Did you think to recreate in your mind several straws?
The prudish helpless. The "passive-aggressive, troubled, dreamy, always hesitant and unhappy with her life. A wet match Is this how you saw me?
Oh! What happened to your kitty freckled your incandescent and naughty girl ...?
Hm, blushes now, sir?
you know? I did not see one of your last verbal diarrheas film, god forbid.
Just one question: Are you going to keep doing the first thing that comes to mind for much longer? Leave your muse Did you ever talk to God also for your inspiration?
haha! I think voluptuous girls surround yourself in old age does not increase your creative potential. And I think our sweety does not seem to help ...
(... Tell him I've never hated).
To you yes, but not for long. Hatred, destroys our karma.
(Yes, this too can trade taunts one of the next character from one of your next few clunkers).
Well, damn vermin, just one more thing before I close.
Want to know why I let her use in all your prostitution film?
Why jokingly put up with it will show my kindness? Because
loved you little bastard. Because I loved you, trusted you.
why I have embarked on what I had asked.
I had given my face and my soul, skinned it in any of your lucubrations pseudo-movie buffs. For public you smile before my cruel parody, to be solace to my shame ...
Now everything is over.
is night and sleep all the crickets sing.
can breathe a huge cosmic peace.
Goodbye, dear bastard.
