Neil Gaiman www.NeilgaimanBoard.com www.NeilgaimanBoard.com The World's End FLAME WARS Unsent correspondence: Letters you might or might not send; le deux.
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is hogging the Comfy Chair Member  |
I really don't want to talk to you. I wish you would just let it be. If I actually say what I am thinking you will just be hurt, and still you won't understand.
*********************** There once was a bard of Hong Kong Who thought limericks were too long. - Gerard Benson. |
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Oestre sparagmos! Member  |
*hugs hive*
____________________________________________________ Did you know? When it snows, my eyes become large and the light that you shine can't be seen. wanted: someone to listen and respond to random opinions from a random personality. not TOO serious, please. people who think they're reeeeeeeally funny need not apply, because they so rarely are. ~ Limertilly http://www.flickr.com/photos/fionchadd/ - there are actually some photos here now (shock!) |
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Assistant *fwap*er Member  |
Dear Music Teachers,
Do it your damn self. ******************************** The only really sane person in there is Igor, and possibly the turnip. And I'm not so sure about the turnip. ~~ Terry Pratchett |
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Fractal demiurge Member  |
Dear Women's Fashion Retailers:
...why would I want a SHORT-SLEEVED sweater?? I live it Toledo, OH, and it's FRICKIN' NOVEMBER!!! So how about you offer more long sleeved sweaters at the same price as the short-sleeved sweaters that you'll NEVER, EVER SELL?? Grrfully yours, Al  **** "Chives?" "Yes, m'lud?" "Is that Ms Ephemera hovering over the croquet lawn?" "Indeed m'lud. She's marshalled all the haggle-dans. Missy-twigs and vale-nymphs from Claypole Woods. Apparently she intends to tear this house down and dance on the ruins." "Well, Chives, you'd better start the car, what? And pack my tennis things too" --- Joe 3Heads |
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is hogging the Comfy Chair Member |
Thanks. fion.
*applauds* *********************** There once was a bard of Hong Kong Who thought limericks were too long. - Gerard Benson. |
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Part-time avant garde shrubbery inspector who breaths fire and lets out a mighty YAHR! Member  |
For the same reason they sell Alpine Super Warm Fleecy Jackets for Artic Regions in Teh South. THEY'RE STUPID! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Discordian Priestess, Keeper of the Golden Pine-Apple. Jesus was a community organizer.  blog or not |
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has no member title Member  |
Don't tell me "you don't want to know this."
I'm a journalist, man! (And now I want to know EVERYTHING about it.) __ The brickchewing, camera flaunting restroom saint formerly known as Babylon the Bride |
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is hogging the Comfy Chair Member |
(That's why I'm secretly pleased when speakers tell me they want the meeting I'm organising to be off the record, because then I can advertise it as STRICTLY OFF THE RECORD and everyone wants to come to see what they are missing.) *********************** There once was a bard of Hong Kong Who thought limericks were too long. - Gerard Benson. |
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none more black Member  |
Deleted in full due to an attack of the guilts.
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Girded for battle Member  |
To the mother of my ex-lover,
I don't want to be rude to you. I know that you must be far more cut up about your son's death than I am. But why are you writing to me? Why would he have wanted, as you claim, for you to stay in touch with me? When we used to talk he would spend most of his time complaining about the way you and his father treated him. (Not too well, by the way - not out of nastiness, not from you at least, although his father might be a different story. Just because you were too wrapped up in your own world to actually listen to what he was saying. His father seems more concerned that he's buried in an "exclusive" graveyard than by the fact that he's fucking dead. At least you give a shit.) Why do you want to know how I am? Do you want to know if I still feel terrible about it? Because I do. You don't know me, no matter how much he talked about me. I suspect that he liked me so much because I am nothing like you. I have nothing in common with you. NOTHING. I fucked your son. I loved him. We talked for hours, about absolutely everything that he never once would have mentioned to you. He was never an unwanted friend, an inconvenient addition to MY life. All I know about you is what he told me, but it sounded like you might not honestly be able to say the same thing. The thought of writing you a letter fills me with sadness. I know I'll never find a piece of the man I loved in your correspondence. None of his humour, his intelligence, his love, his craziness. And the thought also fills me with anger. I don't blame you for his death. But you didn't help. Having said all that, I know you loved him with all your heart. You must be grief-ridden. And you brought him up. You made him, for better or worse, the man he was. The man I loved (again... for better or worse.) It was kind of you to write to me, asking after me. I appreciate it. I want to be kind, and sympathetic, and live up to the love of your son. But what in God's fucking name am I meant to write back? |
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Administrator Member  |
ohy!
*hugs aisha* ~ I prefer to live in a country that's small, and old, and where no one would ever have the NERVE to wear a cape in public, whether they could leap tall buildings in a single bound or not. when's spring due?. |
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has no member title Member |
Oh man.
Even if it sounds harsh, you don't *have* to write her back, you know. *hugs* __ The brickchewing, camera flaunting restroom saint formerly known as Babylon the Bride |
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is hogging the Comfy Chair Member |
Oh, aisha, what a difficult position she's put you in. *hugs*
*********************** There once was a bard of Hong Kong Who thought limericks were too long. - Gerard Benson. |
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Oestre sparagmos! Member |
*huge aisha hugs*
____________________________________________________ Did you know? When it snows, my eyes become large and the light that you shine can't be seen. wanted: someone to listen and respond to random opinions from a random personality. not TOO serious, please. people who think they're reeeeeeeally funny need not apply, because they so rarely are. ~ Limertilly http://www.flickr.com/photos/fionchadd/ - there are actually some photos here now (shock!) |
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Rumble Fish Member  |
Dear Daddy,
Look. I know this is hard for you, watching me grow up. And I know you just want my happiness. And that you have dreams and hopes for my future. But you have to let me go here. Thank you for voicing your concern. I'm glad to know you care. Thank you for saying what you needed to say, so that you can stop watching me with haunted eyes. You've said your say and left the decision to me. And I didn't sleep at all last night. And neither did someone else. Because this affects him too. And yeah, the underlying main issue was my fault. I was afraid. And so the data was somewhat corrupted. There were files missing. I take full responsibility. I have caused this. Now, after 8 hours of talking, 8 hours of apologies, 8 hours of writhing in guilt, we have figured things out between us. Please, please honor my decision and remember that you did leave the decision up to me. And said that you would love me no matter what I decided. We are going to be united on this. You have nothing to worry about. I'm scared to actually talk to you. You are my most understanding parent, the romantic like me. You're so soft-hearted. Please see this from my angle. Please understand. And please, listen to him when he talks to you later. -your daughter |
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*HUGE HUGS*
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is part of the international oatmeal conspiracy Member  |
Dear Asshats
You know what, I know you all are leeches at the best of time. I know you don't work most of the time and look for opportunities to make yourself look better. But seriously, when OUR client that we specifically deal with NOT YOU invite us over to get a better idea of how data flows...DO NOT FUCKING CO-OPT OUR SPOTS. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! I've been waiting for 9 MONTHS to get this opportunity to get answers to questions that you have FAILED TO GET ANSWERED SINCE FEBRUARY! You have NOTHING to do with this contract ANYMORE, no reason whatsoever to be going and yet you are. And I know for certain that nothing will get done. OH! And when I'm in Wales, while the turnover happens, and we have no data for anyone to do work anymore because you have failed to get any of my information...My phone will be turned off and I will not have email. Please explain that to the director. What still pisses me off the most, even though I fucking hate this job, this still BOTHERS ME SO FUCKING MUCH! BECAUSE I STILL WANT TO DO A GOOD JOB! i'm going for beer now. High Ranking Official of the Realm of Unproductivity and Procrastination, Dean of the UUP, First Class member of the order of the Pineapple. scruffy ambulating reanimated hypothetical vegetarian leigonairre of the undead. ~ Cav Look, I've got a cape and a tendency towards violence. It does not make me a superhero! ~ Domitella |
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Rumble Fish Member |
thanks Syme. everything is illuminated now, and its all good. 
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Surprise Inspector Member  |
dear weather
be warmer, mkay? love from me. "Are you a princess? I said & she said I'm much more than a princess, but you don't have a name for it yet here on earth." -Brian Andreas Limertilly: A pagan deity forgotten by man and therefore banished to the realms of memory and darkness now remembered by a young girl in downtown L.A. in the form of a dream and therefore freed to reap your revenge on the people who discarded you, thereby forcing said girl to learn to use her innate yet awesome powers as a soothsayer to gather forces of the Earth to defy you and once more banish you to your cold, cold prisoooooon |
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has no member title Member |
Dear Limer,
What, ya think I have nothing else to do than answer requests? Be warmer, be colder, be wetter, be drier. Whaddya guys think I am, Percy's Top 40? Cheez, buy a shawl and get used to me. Your foul Weather __ The brickchewing, camera flaunting restroom saint formerly known as Babylon the Bride |
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Neil Gaiman www.NeilgaimanBoard.com www.NeilgaimanBoard.com The World's End FLAME WARS Unsent correspondence: Letters you might or might not send; le deux.
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