dear once upon a time diary,
there was a day- not so long ago- when i knew a whore who would have hidden all day tomorrow and not answered her phone and not acted like she was home and who would have been unavailable all day long. she would have closed all of her curtains and went and got in the closet when someone came to the door- this is what the whore went through- once upon a time- no so long ago. some might say this whore took things to the outer limits of the extremes- i think this comes from years of living with someone who was very mean, but the whore knew what she had to do- the visitor wouldn't get the clue- he never did what he said he would do- so the whore just tucked herself away- every two days. then after a while the whore got replaced- but the whore didn't know it- she just thought he'd ended the chase. she thought all was well- he'd stayed in hell, to live with cuntface in their marriage castle. he started up his games again- tugged at the whore's heart- the whore sharpened up her daggers and threw a dart. then the cop told her about his new lover in clinton- how they were looking at houses- he was a father to her children. oh wow- the whore was mortified and felt like a slut, she saw cuntface out in public and wanted to apologize. she wanted to explain how wrong she had been, and tell old cunface it would never happen again. the whore thought cuntface deserved to know- everything her husband did- she had a right to know- all of the diseases he'd exposed her and her family to- the whore wanted a clean conscious- but clearly there was nothing to do. spending the next year in court, the whore was convicted. the whore even almost went to jail- but the judge- he listened. the cuntface looked very stupid- many many times- and even brought her friend to court with her that slept with her husband- julie- a couple of times. cuntface never once saw the whore without a great big smile. and her husband always had sad puppy dog eyes when he looked across the isle. all the whore could ever think about was the smell of his skin- that was until she remembered where else it had been. he had made a promise to the whore a long time ago. he would send a moving van and then the whore would know. it was really time to make the break and do whatever had to be done- but the whore lost faith in that dream and she moved on. now all that really matters- is keeping those daggers sharp- the whore has spectacular aim now- they go right through the heart. she has become cold and wise now- unafraid of much it is true, but i don't think she's done yet. nope. she ain't done with you.
there was a day- not so long ago- when i knew a whore who would have hidden all day tomorrow and not answered her phone and not acted like she was home and who would have been unavailable all day long. she would have closed all of her curtains and went and got in the closet when someone came to the door- this is what the whore went through- once upon a time- no so long ago. some might say this whore took things to the outer limits of the extremes- i think this comes from years of living with someone who was very mean, but the whore knew what she had to do- the visitor wouldn't get the clue- he never did what he said he would do- so the whore just tucked herself away- every two days. then after a while the whore got replaced- but the whore didn't know it- she just thought he'd ended the chase. she thought all was well- he'd stayed in hell, to live with cuntface in their marriage castle. he started up his games again- tugged at the whore's heart- the whore sharpened up her daggers and threw a dart. then the cop told her about his new lover in clinton- how they were looking at houses- he was a father to her children. oh wow- the whore was mortified and felt like a slut, she saw cuntface out in public and wanted to apologize. she wanted to explain how wrong she had been, and tell old cunface it would never happen again. the whore thought cuntface deserved to know- everything her husband did- she had a right to know- all of the diseases he'd exposed her and her family to- the whore wanted a clean conscious- but clearly there was nothing to do. spending the next year in court, the whore was convicted. the whore even almost went to jail- but the judge- he listened. the cuntface looked very stupid- many many times- and even brought her friend to court with her that slept with her husband- julie- a couple of times. cuntface never once saw the whore without a great big smile. and her husband always had sad puppy dog eyes when he looked across the isle. all the whore could ever think about was the smell of his skin- that was until she remembered where else it had been. he had made a promise to the whore a long time ago. he would send a moving van and then the whore would know. it was really time to make the break and do whatever had to be done- but the whore lost faith in that dream and she moved on. now all that really matters- is keeping those daggers sharp- the whore has spectacular aim now- they go right through the heart. she has become cold and wise now- unafraid of much it is true, but i don't think she's done yet. nope. she ain't done with you.
