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I’m different,
so I must be a loser.

sure.

salutations,

when fish dance.

25.3.10

back to square
one: i am not a chinese checker.
two: my life is not a chessboard.
three: i am all for you. that is all.
four: you can't slide backwards.
five: don't make me count to six.

seven: you are a tyrant.

do you have a six?
Go Fish. go figure.
i have a royal flush,
but this isn't poker

eight, nine, ten. again.
this is pick up sticks for
the Jack of Hearts,
the Bloodred Bishop,
the Queen of Whores.

incinerate the castle.
behead the princess.
kill all the horsemen,
but save the pawns.
Capture the Flag for
princes and thieves.

off with all the bitches who make me cringe!

"i love you."
King me.
"i believe you.
i always will."
Double jump.
"(c)rooks can't move diagonally."
Rules are for cheaters, anyway.
"you don't make any sense."

Check.

"i was once the prince of flags."
"i was once a megalomaniac."
"you must mean kleptomaniac;
you stole my suit. trump me."
"at least i'm on the right side
of the board. at least i know
the difference between black
and red. at least i know the
difference between a spade
and a heart and a diamond."

Mate.

if i say that i don't think i'm pretty, i'm looking for attention, and if i say yes, i'm a vain bitch. it's such a double standard in society; we tell girls that they should be confident and feel beautiful all the time, but then we tear down girls who are confident, out of jealousy and hate. i really don't get it.