Monday, April 12, 2010

Dear Little Herpe On My Lip,

You have emerged so inconveniently and so unpleasantly. With such urgent intrusion, you've left me no announcement of your arrival and no further knowledge of your departure.

I loathe you.

You are Satan's contribution to my ever accumulating misery.

-W.

ARCHIVE, FUCKERS (for Ace-like purposes)