God, do I hate when he is right. The sun is starting to set. I ask Tree if he will stay with me again tonight. He promises he will. I don’t want to read in the Crux Chronicles about my ‘love-hate’ relationship with Tree. We don’t have anything in common except this cross and three spikes.
“Love-Hate”???? Is that what it’s called? Would I ever admit it was anything more than that? “Father-Dayghter” perhaps? No, definitely not that. It is in fact something more. But I’d no sooner tell what it was than I would tell how I blew up the CF site in the summer of 2013 (did I say that?). Some things just should never be revealed ... kinda like the truth about the assasination of JFK. Forever lost in the mists of time.
Well, forgive me my ramble. I have been nailed naked to this fucking bloody cross for 32 hours now with nothing better to do than read Tree’s increasingly elegant prose. Has he been taking writing lessons? It keeps getting better and better.
GAHhhhhhh Don’t let that go to your head Tree. And get your fingers outta there!
“Love-Hate”???? Is that what it’s called? Would I ever admit it was anything more than that? “Father-Dayghter” perhaps? No, definitely not that. It is in fact something more. But I’d no sooner tell what it was than I would tell how I blew up the CF site in the summer of 2013 (did I say that?). Some things just should never be revealed ... kinda like the truth about the assasination of JFK. Forever lost in the mists of time.
Well, forgive me my ramble. I have been nailed naked to this fucking bloody cross for 32 hours now with nothing better to do than read Tree’s increasingly elegant prose. Has he been taking writing lessons? It keeps getting better and better.
GAHhhhhhh Don’t let that go to your head Tree. And get your fingers outta there!
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