Today is
the sabbath. I should try and keep it holy.
Keep it Holly Molly. And maybe kinda jolly. No propositions, no iPhone games. No flirting, no hurting. I'll explore the characters of my "it" and my "twot." Who is my it? The twot is just a party pooper. Unprincipled in principle. A drunkard in other words. Just a piss streak clown with an self centered empty nature. He's a Stefano or a trinculo. Uses sexually suggestive swear words and is crude and provocative. He has a hare lip. He is my inner idiot, my gormless, my prick. He says stupid things and factually incorrect things. He is the wrong person to console the grief stricken and the worst person to comfort the depressed. He dresses like a blind man in a charity shop, he eats cherries and French fries and washes his hair with fairy liquid. He is an excellent gambler and cheat; he buys and sells used furniture. He thinks women are all the same after the first nine and prefers cats to dogs. He sits in his car with his girlfriend listening to Gary Numan rather than going out. Good with his hands, he breeds rabbits and keeps a pigeon loft and ferrets. A dedicated jogger, often sweaty, has a plastic left hand. His hand was amputated successful after a ferret bite became septic. Always fiddling with his car and therefore has indelibly greasy fingers. Favourite saying when drunk: "Are you my sister?"
To be continued
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Keep it Holly Molly. And maybe kinda jolly. No propositions, no iPhone games. No flirting, no hurting. I'll explore the characters of my "it" and my "twot." Who is my it? The twot is just a party pooper. Unprincipled in principle. A drunkard in other words. Just a piss streak clown with an self centered empty nature. He's a Stefano or a trinculo. Uses sexually suggestive swear words and is crude and provocative. He has a hare lip. He is my inner idiot, my gormless, my prick. He says stupid things and factually incorrect things. He is the wrong person to console the grief stricken and the worst person to comfort the depressed. He dresses like a blind man in a charity shop, he eats cherries and French fries and washes his hair with fairy liquid. He is an excellent gambler and cheat; he buys and sells used furniture. He thinks women are all the same after the first nine and prefers cats to dogs. He sits in his car with his girlfriend listening to Gary Numan rather than going out. Good with his hands, he breeds rabbits and keeps a pigeon loft and ferrets. A dedicated jogger, often sweaty, has a plastic left hand. His hand was amputated successful after a ferret bite became septic. Always fiddling with his car and therefore has indelibly greasy fingers. Favourite saying when drunk: "Are you my sister?"
To be continued
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