of course there is a final act. of course there was. that's how it is.
when you asked me, what was i to say?
what could i say? in my mind i knew that i wouldn't last five minutes at your wedding. oh i knew. wouldn't last five minutes. couldn't function with all that drinking, at the least.
but i've long buried what remains of it, haven't i? so the least i could do is to follow through, right. let you know that it's dead.
send in the fucking clowns.
Friday, July 11, 2014
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