a conversation on the phone with my mom

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Axanderdeath
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a conversation on the phone with my mom

Post by Axanderdeath » December 10th, 2005, 8:17 pm

"hi mom"
"Geoff? hi."
"yha a do you think you guys can loan me 8 bucks?"
"Ahh, yha no problem..."
"How are things there?"
"good. You know james, thelma's son?"
"A"
"well he just published a book on his own. But it is a little obsene."
"homosexual obsens?"
"yha. How'd you know?"
"I am trying to read naked lunch right now and some of the sences in it are just fucking arr man please spare me."
"never read it ... about james..."
"he is the guy that got published in the newyorker right."
"yha."
"
"cool mom some day I might get published too."
"yha, I mean sure you will, I liked that story you sent us."
"well that was the tameist one I had."
"what does that mean?"
"Love you mom"
"love you too..."
thus spoke G.A.P.

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