i'm not really
your mother, i'm your
sister's friend
lily.
I left
all my money
to my cats, sorry,
perhaps if you
had been
a nicer son
and visited once
in a while
things would have
been different.
if you
look into
the safe that's
in the wall
behind the portrait
of your father
you'll find
nothing,
all the jewelry
is at
the pawn shop
except for these
diamonds
on my ears,
and they're going
down with me.
now if you'll
excuse me my shows
are coming
on. i'd like to
see them one more
time before
I expire.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
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