If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.
It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you."
It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you."
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Date: 2005-12-01 06:49 am (UTC)From:Well, you know the rest. The shotgun wedding, the faith healing, the riot that ensued... thank the Lord for that pearl-handled derringer I'd given you for Walpurgis! Ol' Straw Dog ate soup for the rest of his life, they say. And the newspaper said that fire burned for seven days and nights. But of course by that time you and I were long gone, Syd Straw and Johnny Cash playing on the stereo all the way to Memphis...
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Date: 2005-12-02 05:11 am (UTC)From: