If I weren't called Freespirit and you Bunty. And you Rusty. And you Trouble. You Bots and Maggie, Nit and Vanessa, Barty and Chloe, Frankie and Floyd. And KWERTY. Piggy. Potty. Snap. I don't know what I'd call you then. In my world, you all have names. In my world, when there are names, no one can go wrong, mistake identities. In my world, names give clarity. But what do I do when I run out of names?
P.S. The post is dedicated to the late Bach and Princess Counsuela Bananahammock and Crap Bag. But has been written in view of the Name Calling Confusion of 2008.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
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So, what am I called ?
@ the reaper
You are called the solitary reaper, love. :)
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