Let's pretend that we are in a relationship, and we'll get everyone on Cyberpages to believe it. We'll write cute little poems to each other and title them things like, "My Lovey Bear (For ____)" and "Cum live with me and be my sexy lover..." Everyone will believe us, and when I say that I am a soulful poet, you say that you are a defense attorney. No matter what I say, just go along with it. It'll be really cute and no one will question the fact that a defense attorney would never get involved with a drugged out acid freak. Let's pretend and let's get this board to believe us. You in Texas and me in Seattle - we'll pretend that we fucked last night on the kitchen table and that we are really in love. It'll be so much fun...
Reason for writing:
Reality, baby. (Edited becasue Delph wasn't satisfied with the fact that I placed myself in NY. Apparently, he thought I was talking about him, so he wanted to be in Seattle.)
Birth sign: Aquarius
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