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devoted to the art of moving butts (or)
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You want to merge me with someone? Merge us?!? Like some big media conglomerate, complete with hyphens and weird logos? What if I refuse? It's not really your decision. I'm ready not to have you anymore. As a separate person. You're too standoff-ish. And really, what have you done for me? I'm the rock you've leaned on for so long. Without me, your sanity and emotional well being is at risk. Doesn't that count for something? Fuck that. I'm bored. I need motion. I need change. I need searchings in other directions. I'm willing to let the light shine through a little bit more. Or at least try to do all that. I'm ready to move on. All my bags are packed and I'm ready to go. I'm standing here outside your door..... I think you'll regret this decision. I never regret a thing. It must be fun to live in a fantasy world. But best of luck to you. You'll be back I'm sure. In re-runs or special engagements. Bye Dorothy. Bye Pooh.
because nature has a way
I think you should do it. I mean, we're friends right? Isn't that what good friends do? Tell each other the things that nobody else will? If you don't do it, who will? So you won't mind if I pull no punches? And just come straight out, with no tact, and tell you all the terrible things I've noticed about you? Not at all. In fact, I welcome it. Don't sugar coat anything. I have thick skin, I can take it. As long as it's done constructively, criticism is good. I mean, I'm sure you're not attacking me for personal satisfaction, so I know what you're going to say is only because you want me to be a better person. So I'll even thank you beforehand. "Thank you." Ok. Here goes.......ah fuck. Can't do it. It'll hurt too much. Maybe I'll just talk to you about it. I can't do it here like this. Online and anonymously. I need to skewer you in person. So I can see if you're really hurt or not. Spit it out man. I'm anxious. Forget it. I'll tell you later. Fine. Be that way. I'll just assume I'm perfect then. Until you prove otherwise. Isn't that what you do anyways?
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