off-the-handle

Once upon a time Not so long ago There lived a boy (Now not much older Than you). He lived In a little house In a little town In a little country Called England. The boy was happy Even though his mum Mistook him for his sister. He never saw her, But he must have had one. If not, who was it In the photos on the shelves? Whose name Did mum and dad call? "Emily, dinnertime!" She was very pretty. She had hair in long ringlets, Like him. She wore glasses Just like his. But she was not him, And her name wore thin. He never heard his name. They never said 'our son'. They wouldn't let him cut his hair. He made his own name. He liked this one. H

tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG] TT: Dave. TT: We need to talk. TG: look lalonde i know youve got like this enormous crush on me TG: and i mean how could you not TG: but i just dont feel that way about you girl TG: sorry to break your heart TT: Dave, I'm not here for idle chatter. TT: John told me about your latest injury. TG: what the fuck man he said he would keep it a secret TG: and this is exactly why TG: i knew youd be getting up on me with psychobable shit for no goddamn reason TG: im fine it was an accident dont worry about it TT: He broke your arm. That isn't just an accident. That is child abus