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That Freakin' Bullshit Artist and His Words
There he goes again.
The master with words.
I hate it when he does that.
My heart literally melts. I can fucking feel it melting.
What a pain in the ass.
So I read him all these entries cuz he's the one who titled
the damn thing and named me, the author, too.
Convenient since it was about him anyway.
So I ask him his honest opinion, get the usual Chris answer,
a couple of words, probe more.
He spoke a pretty romantic-sounding made-up language after
we made a joke, could've been French or Italian for all I know.
So I asked him to translate, and if I could put down his
quote, you'd fall off the page too.
That't those curve balls of his again. I wonder if he's a