Does exactly what it says on the tin. Some of the nonsense contained herein may be very loosely related to The Sisters of Mercy, but I wouldn't bet your PayPal account on it. In keeping with the internet's general theme nothing written here should be taken as Gospel: over three quarters of it is utter gibberish, and most of the forum's denizens haven't spoken to another human being face-to-face for decades. Don't worry your pretty little heads about it. Above all else, remember this: You don't have to stay forever. I will understand.
cant improve on the [s]wishful thinking[/s] [s]utter lie[/s] *ahem* plausibly good reason i used on fuckface for my tardiness -namely i had to jump out of a cake for Lady Gaga who shares your birthday -but i can tell you:
"And all my promises are lies
All my love is hate
I am the Politician, and i decide your fate"
wanting your cake and eating it -we are told as sproglings- is greedy and equivalent to wanting the moon-on-a-stick....but if you have your cake and can't eat it, what's the f**king point?
i haven't been speaking to Gaga for a while (since her world tour tickets -staring at £100 a pop- sold out in 3 days thus thwarting my hopes of maybe inhaling air-borne particles of her sweat) but normal service has been resumed so i'll see what i can do. fanny-batternburg anyone? i hear she has her cake and eats it all the time.
"And all my promises are lies
All my love is hate
I am the Politician, and i decide your fate"