You keep saying that
And here I sit, my imploring eyes, damp through broken dreams, flickering like dying candles behind the net curtains of disappointment. Waiting, wishing that the next taxi that turns off Brook Street would have you in it. But you're NEVER THERE!
(bogus official shove it up your cunt, Tue 14 Jun 2011, 12:22, archived)

Dry your eyes mate

( Blue Star was working part time at the 5 and Dime, Tue 14 Jun 2011, 12:25, archived)

It's too late

(bogus official shove it up your cunt, Tue 14 Jun 2011, 12:25, archived)