Five fingers; on twelve triggers; and each weapon deadly accurate to at least a range of a thousand lies – maybe more, give or take a fiction or two—every single barrel pointed directly at the heart of things, locked, loaded, primed and ready to fire at the slightest twitch or trembling seizure of falsehood or deceit.

From here to eternity, I think I will always love you. Whatever that means. As ridiculous and as stupid as it sounds... and I guess I am really a total idiot, the readers digest; complete and condensed fool – a comprehensive farmers almanac of implausibly ridiculous home remedies and cures.

How many people ever say anything like this online? Seems tlike it's only ever just the one, just me, yours alone and truly.

Yours alone! And truly.

Considering my options I was thinking about opting out tonight. It's all a bit difficult. But then! But no. Motherfuckers can't get rid of me that easily. Slit throats always have a good gurgle before quiet time and the teacher reading.

My life is a history of lets-pretend, and I don't know about you but personally I like to make up my memories as I go along