Sunday, April 21, 2013

Liar, Liar. Pants on Fire.

I only meant to knock on your door.
I only meant it as a yes/no question.
You didn't have to explain why your walls are colored with the color I never heard you talking about, why that particular picture is hanging there, why your coffee mug is still stained all over, why the socks from your pair of socks have been assigned distant corners; why the lights are still on.
But you did. And I don't care. (I never should have.)
FYI, there's a crack on your shell.
And that's not because I knocked.
Offense intended.

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