Overdramatic much
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So I’m lying on the bed when
qbear comes up and lies down next to me. He feels my right leg, below the knee.
“I can feel the metal in there,” he says.
“Does it bother you?” I ask.
“No, just more of you to love. More metal you.”
“Not as much as before,” I remark. “I did have my mercury fillings replaced last year.”
“Good,” he says. “They were poisoning me.”
“Poisoning you?”
“Yes,” he says. “ Every time you kissed me … I died a little!”
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“I can feel the metal in there,” he says.
“Does it bother you?” I ask.
“No, just more of you to love. More metal you.”
“Not as much as before,” I remark. “I did have my mercury fillings replaced last year.”
“Good,” he says. “They were poisoning me.”
“Poisoning you?”
“Yes,” he says. “ Every time you kissed me … I died a little!”
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Date: 2006-01-09 12:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-09 03:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-09 10:32 am (UTC)Ev'ry time we say goodbye I die a little,
ev'ry time we say goodbye I wonder why a little,
why the gods above me, who must be in the know
think so little of me they allow you to go.
I'm sure if he knew about mercury he would have changed them, though.
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Date: 2006-01-09 05:45 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-01-09 12:04 pm (UTC)