I'm talking to Me again. The funny thing is, he's talking back. I guess that shouldn't happen. Molly asked me again for the 20th time, "Where were you last night?" I didn't know how to tell her about the freshly dug grave, or the freshly fucked corpse with freshly fucked hair. She just wouldn't understand. Molly would stop loving me.
-posted by Nobius 10:13 AM 