Dear

I dont really know how to tell you this, but Im in love with your sister. I think I realized it when I saw the shrunken head under the bus and I saw you carve your initials into the crazy monk. Im sure youre ashamed enough to understand that your Honda sucks. Im returning your ring to you, but Ill keep the oil stocks as a memory. You should also know that I will tell the authorities about eggplant fethisism.
Go burn

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My art: [link]
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Take a look to ~Dominicabra's gallery
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his hand rose with Saint-Just's pulser, and the Citizen Chairman's eyes widened as the muzzle aligned with his forehead at a meter's range.
"Good-bye, Citizen Chairman."
The Drow Fleur De Lys, always a step into the dark
Please read your mail.... I am waiting for a reply.
You must have read my mail of yesterday, since I could see that you have been online since....
Yet still no answer or any other sign of life.....
I must conclude that you don't show much comprehension, understanding nor the adult attitude that one would expect from a 19 year old.
What is the matter... What are you afraid of or how should I explain your total lack of interest?
Again, Daio, write me back here on this site or on Myspace or Facebook or on my own email (maarten@montbrun.com) and lead me out of this agony by some sort of explanation.
DAD
PS.
I would think that no real artist can profess his arts properly and/or successfully without the compassion and emotions that you seem to, effectively, sweep aside.
PS2.
I have no option than to put this writing in this comment section, since you even have cut off the possibility to send you a private note......
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his hand rose with Saint-Just's pulser, and the Citizen Chairman's eyes widened as the muzzle aligned with his forehead at a meter's range.
"Good-bye, Citizen Chairman."
The Drow Fleur De Lys, always a step into the dark
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"If you really want to piss off your parents, and you dont have the nerve to be gay, become an artist..... im not kidding" - Kurt Vonnegut
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his hand rose with Saint-Just's pulser, and the Citizen Chairman's eyes widened as the muzzle aligned with his forehead at a meter's range.
"Good-bye, Citizen Chairman."
The Drow Fleur De Lys, always a step into the dark
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