You'll have to carry on without me men.................................. gasp....gasp.....whimper.......wimp! I'm done four, it had multiple whoreheads.......I can't go on..........remember me in years to come as you sit in quiet reflection before a silent mirror and wonder of what could have been.........I did my best but the oddss wear against me, as he continued to pile on the similes. Greater luuuve has no man than he lay down his knife for a friend. Would things have been different? Of course they bloody would...............NO!!! he's returned............and he's carrying ploughshares and cycles. I'm doomed, doomed.................rotten sod! He can harvest his own honey in future. I'm off.
[grabs cycle and pedals for his freedom]
to be contin.................d.
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Byron
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could you love two Byrons? I'm not quite myself today and neither is Albert, or Matron, or K-K who's sheding more than tears.
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"Bipolar is a roller-coaster ride without a seat belt. One day you're flying with the fireworks; for the next month you're being scraped off the trolley" I said that.
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Byron
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Holi Moli, powdered and coloured, and over there! My sister wants some pashmeer(cat) thingies. White, beige and also black. If it was up to me I'd buy her a camel. Then she could be a exhumpthree.
"Bipolar is a roller-coaster ride without a seat belt. One day you're flying with the fireworks; for the next month you're being scraped off the trolley" I said that.