Monday, July 20, 2009
Indignation
You're about to upset the 'impasse,' and I don't think you even know it. Not only that, but you've once again targeted someone who I care for. I'd be much less angry if you would just keep to bothering me, but you insist on complicating things. Will your stubborn stupidity ever cease to amaze me?No matter. I've shown you what happens when you cross the line. Don't forget what I'm capable of, and remember that I haven't forgotten what you're capable of, either.
-Lethe
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You're so cute. I'm not trying to harm you or her. I'm honestly attempting to help. She doesn't even know that I am who I am and it's so retardedly adorable. You'll thank me, I promise.
And doesn't your bitch just look darling with her little collar? I think so.
I don't really see how my helping could be defined as 'interfering'. Sure, I'm involved, but 'interfere' has such a negative connotation. I'm trying to show you how much I care for your well-being.
And of course the collar makes things more fun. Why in God's name do you think she wanted to wear one so long ago? All you need now is to hook a leash up to that little O-ring and tug her around. I'll bet that would make her very happy. So be gone. Go do your husbandly deeds.
Lethe, Lethe, Lethe. Why would I ask for permission? It's not how I do things and you know that. You demean me by even suggesting that I should have. Besides, I don't truly wish to be her friend. I don't do the friend thing. This is purely about you, I promise. Well, you and how she's such a dirty little bitch and doesn't even realize it. I'm trying to help her realize it's alright to be one of those.
Isn't that what every husband wants? Someone willing?
Alas, woe, perhaps we are.
I'm bored, Lethe. That's why. There's nothing spectacular about you in any way, shape, or form.
I have a general idea. Your dog likes to talk.
By the way -- try what you did the other night more often. You know, that thing you did when you were angry.
I see no tantrum coming from me. I see you not understanding where I'm coming from, so you threaten. If anyone is throwing a fit, it's you, luv.
The last time we met, I ended up dealing with another dog entirely. And before that, you whined about how I disposed of your puppets. You truly don't want to fuck with me, luv. Just let this run its course and everything will be perfectly fine for most all parties involved.
It'd only be your fault if that happened. I suppose I could act like a teenage virgin for you. You like those, right?
"You've really got no idea about my abilities in that area though, do you?"
I believe that's what you said. Well, now I'm saying it, luv. You've no idea what exactly I can do and am like in that area... those areas. Perhaps we could have a rousing game of chess sometime and you could find out.
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And doesn't your bitch just look darling with her little collar? I think so.
And of course the collar makes things more fun. Why in God's name do you think she wanted to wear one so long ago? All you need now is to hook a leash up to that little O-ring and tug her around. I'll bet that would make her very happy. So be gone. Go do your husbandly deeds.
Isn't that what every husband wants? Someone willing?
I'm bored, Lethe. That's why. There's nothing spectacular about you in any way, shape, or form.
By the way -- try what you did the other night more often. You know, that thing you did when you were angry.
I believe that's what you said. Well, now I'm saying it, luv. You've no idea what exactly I can do and am like in that area... those areas. Perhaps we could have a rousing game of chess sometime and you could find out.
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