Today Lord Aserbe Acerbe talkt to me. It was surprizin to me that he woud want to evin sit at thah sam table as me. He hassah fear of dazeez and dirtee things. He wipes seets an bars an never touchis no one. I no I aint dirtee and I dun have a dazeez, but I no he hates peepul cuz he is scared of gittin sik. That is fine, I unnerstand compleetlee. I suppose I am kinda lukee tah be able tah tell who is sick with plag cuz of thah crazy voisis in ther heds. I spose not all parts of this thing I am is bad. He askt about Jirand lots, but I dint have no answers for him. At least not the answers he wantid cuz he never askt the questions he wannid. Why do peepul do that?
Sumtimes it is veree hard not to say nuthing to peepul about the things they ask me in their heds. It maks me feel like I am a lier. I hate bein a lier, it like hurts my insides whin I tell lies or evin just dunt tell the truths. But, so manee peepul never say what they wanna anaway. I always answer what they ask as honist as I can. I never want a week hart.
I told Angel I woud help him get strong. I dunno why I sed that. He is crazy, like he has manee voisis in his hed. Probalee the plag. I have to be careful. I never want voisis like that in my hed attall. Yuk.
Posted by Tzoli at November 12, 2004 08:46 PM