index | archives | notes Sunday, Dec. 11, 2005 5:57 p.m. << [ Shattered Into a Thousand Pieces ] >> "I talked to him about how you guys are friends again." "What did he say?" "He was disappointed. He said you'd learn eventually, though, and you'd stop when you realized that it's not him who picks up your broken pieces." "'Picks up my broken pieces'?" "Yeah." "No one picks up my broken pieces, thank you very much." "Because you're strong and independant, right?" "No, because 'broken pieces' is a stupid phrase." << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org