And another one!

[coalcube]

I see my nemesis getting a fic that I love
And I'm like, "Fuck you" 
I guess my 10k letter wasn't enough
I'm like, "Fuck you and fuck morbane, too"
Said, "If I was a long commenter, they woulda gamed for me"
Ha, now ain't that some shit?
(Ain't that some shit?)
And although there's pain in my chest
I still comment it's the best
And runs to coal to shout "Fuck you" 

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[(Anonymous)]

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green blorbo tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple blorbo, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One blorbo was a husband with a happy home and children, and another blorbo was a famous poet and another blorbo was a brilliant professor, and another blorbo was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another blorbo was Europe and Africa and South America, and another blorbo was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another blorbo was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these blorbos were many more blorbos I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this blorbo tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the blorbos I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the blorbos began to wrinkle and go skrunkly, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”