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Love-Love Umbrella!

Okay, enough sad faces, let's do something fun, okay? This one is cute, so let's try it!
It's the Love-Love Umbrella! Da da da da!!!

If you know how it works, great! If you're from somewhere that doesn't know about it, here's how it works! You draw the love-love umbrella and then you write your name under one side and the name of the person you want to share an umbrella with on the other side! It can be for couples that are already together, or just a wish for someone you want to share it with! Even if you're not all lovey-dovey, why don't you draw one with the names of all your friends, so they can know how much you care! Come on everyone! Let's rain down some love, okay?

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I want a cigarette factory, so Badou can feel jealous.

Fuck you. Arty I want a bigger cigarette factory.

Too late, I called it.

This post is about love and sharing.

Well, maybe if you're good I'll let you visit.

When am I not good?

Speaking of, I found porn and Arty's getting a sex-ed lesson tomorrow. You in?

Of course. I'll bring the rope.

I've already read many books on the subject. This is unnecessary.

But it's fun.

For you two.

Exactly.

Yeah, Arty, what's your point?

I think I'm going to be ill. Tomorrow. Sudden cough. Can we postpone this? Maybe... four years from now?

You really want us to hunt you down?

~~No...~~

That depends. How far are you willing to go?

That depends. How far are you willing to run?

...I think the better question is:

Q: How far am I able to run?
A: Not far enough.

Try not to struggle. Ropes can chafe.

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byname-bynature.livejournal.com - 2009-09-26 05:02 (UTC) - Expand

Better? ♥

Oh, so much so. ♥

Did you bury me under the cigarette factory? That's cold Arty. At least wait until I'm dead.

You're off to the side. It's hard to do perspective with text and a pencil meant for preschoolers.

That's better I guess.

Who knows? You could be driving away from the factory with a flatbed full of cigarettes. You're denoted by some text--use your imagination.

I knew I liked you for a reason.

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