Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Pythonic

You're the snake, the traitor, the prince, the beast. Cast your spell then break her heart, and you're no worse for the wear. Well, I can tell you this, you fool: you'll never find another like her. She was the best you ever had -- emphasis on the past tense (isn't she glad!). You will search for eternity, a thirsty man in a desert, because she was the only true oasis you were ever going to get. But now she's gone (you know it's your fault) and you're stuck with your mirages (you get what you deserve).

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