I want it.
Why do you want it?
It validates me.
You don't need validation.
Of course I need fucking validation. Are you kidding me?
Well, I don't think you need validation. You like doing it, right?
No. It's a pain in the tits. Almost always it's a pain in the tits.
Though, yes, sometimes it's good. When I'm really fucking pissed off about something. Or upset about something.
Or nervous about something.
Ha, yes, very good...
You're always pissed off anyway.
So you must like doing it more often than not, if you only like doing it when you're pissed off.
I said really pissed off. I'm not always really pissed off.
I know you're not.
So you want the validation?
I think I said 'need'.
So you need the validation?
I don't know, the hits.
Oh, for fuck's sake. The hits are validation. A search for 'mare fucking' is validation.
A search for 'mare fucking is not validation.
I know what I'm validated by.
You can't publish this, you know that?
Why can't I?
Oh Jesus, let me count the ways, the fucking whys...
It's completely pathetic for an a.
How? How is it pathetic?
Well, it's just not cool to care about this kind of thing. It's just not cool. Only crazy people obsess about stuff like this. Anybody with an ounce of dignity just wouldn't care. Or they would seriously care but would just chooose not to shout the fact out to the whole world. Christ.
Fuck that, I'm publishing it.
You're a muppet.
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3 days ago