Here they were happy
"Here we are happy, say it Ken, or die trying"
- * You are not gonna get away from this one
* If you thinks, that's not proper English, but I will standandos by your side, cause I am a superstar
- '* If we every sould brakeup, I'm gonna fuck you up mentally, environmentally, baconly, and just for the hatred itself. Hear, here, he. be-. -Oscar Milde
- PARDONS:
- I was Happy, with big letters, it only started, when I started to feel unhappy, when you were hateful about everything, to say the least. I can't really recall you saying anything positive about anyone (but me, but I'm a superstar))
- I wanted to stay with you. I was never running away. I had doubts of being with someone. I didn't want to move on with you, cause when things go wrong, they might go wrong sideways. I was afraid.
- You were cute as hell. You still are. Your skin is the oil of angels, even when you woke grumpy. I had smelly feet. I hate my smelly feet. They never compare to your natural beauty.
Your English was always great. I think I learned from you. I'm sorrry that I said sometimes wrong. It wasn't
meant to teach you, and you found out, I appreciate that you are also a journalist and a producer.
Now you hate me for being. Maybe a superstar, or maybe literate something, or maybe just a person who doesn't want you to hate. And I'll drink to that.
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