Perfection: The Ending Of

Railway Spike

An angry thought

spills angry words

tormenting me

for all time.

I’m having a lot of issues with Spike. He’s just not returning my IMs anymore. And I KNOW you can see them. You’re obviously online. I’m not stupid you know. My IQ is FAR above yours(mine is 168).
I just don’t know what his deal is, so I called his mom’s house and told her to tell him that I didn’t want to talk to him for at least a week. Guess what? She didn’t know who I was! She said he had, get this, A FIANCE!!! Who is at least ten years older than me! And then she asked if we’ve had sex. As if! Only one blowjob in a Toronto airport, which is how we met. She said she can’t understand why a thirty year old would want to have sex with a sixteen year old and I told her she was mistaken. Spike is only 19 and blowjobs aren’t sex. She’s not very smart, I’ll tell you that right now. And then she started crying saying she had a lot of things to think about. I told her not to strain herself and she asked who I thought I was. I told her, I said “I’m Kailie Flynn.” and she said “Can I speak to your parents?” and I said “No, they have a strict IQ policy.” Quite a clever slam, I must say. Well then I hung up. I’ll call her tomorrow and we can talk more.

Poor Spike. It must be awful to be forced into wedlock.