‘Twas I who cut down the tree, father.
Friday 8 April 2011
Image Interrupted.
I have a shameful admission to make. I only ever wanted to have sex with women to whom I felt a certain sort and level of emotional attachment. The desire was never driven by drink, dope or any other form of external intoxicant. It’s a sad side-effect of being a Romantic, and I suspect it makes me rather less interesting than one or two people thought me to be.
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3 comments:
I see noting wrong with that!
Some creative spelling there... that should be "nothing" not "noting"....
Not very rakish of me,though, is it. Shame! And I have to admit to a bit of cheating. It was a thinly veiled reference to something I read on somebody's Tumblr.
I assumed it was an alternative spelling to 'nutt'n.'
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