Touch me like you mean it with your love-stick in the dark at the amusement park ~ Swing my door like my hinges aren't rusted while you lift your leg with 1 knee cap busted ~ Don't kiss me in front of my favorite chicken today because I'm not feeling kissable in a romantical way...I didn't mean it when I called you a ****** partisan. I was in pain and I took it out on you. I was wrong. Please accept my humble apology. Marie Anna, I miss "us." Remember, our unarmed, midnight walks through the Muslim quarter? Remember wearing "God Save the Queen" sweaters in July? Remember? Remember that "funny little thing" that you used to do that never made me laugh, not even a little? Remember when we shaved our heads and rolled around in the mud like pigs?*
   *Ease off American *****-a-thon. What business is it of yours to tell me that these things that are none of my business are none of my business? ~ My *** is itchy. ~ Wanna borrow my car keys? ~ I'll have to until I find mine.