"Here lies, a morbidus
of certain nutrix kind,
expired untimely,
though of restless mind,
she was, alas,
a victim of an artist's life."
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Closure is a wonderful thing. I let friends get away with murder, but this isn't a friend, apparently. No, there won't be any psycho-babble to elaborate on. My dignity is off limits. No more of this toxic waste. Case closed.
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