Lambë

...means "tongue".

Right. Short note first: Things are proceeding well with the lrps. Behind schedule personally, but still. Reasonably well rested and fit for work. Excited to meet faun soon. And then...

Brought to you by me. Written here, because this is where it belongs, even if it is... acid. Inspired by a writer and artist, whom I admire because of her honesty and bravery in making the acid, well, actually public.


You. I know you are there, and I know you are reading this, yes, imagine that, YOU. I will not name you. They don't need to know, but if you FUCKING persist in HOUNDING me and in keeping track of me and making sure to, also, spread this knowledge about me - I WILL, and I know this may break laws, but I WILL make it VERY PUBLIC who you are, where you are and what you are doing at the moment.

You are, in short, distasteful to me. You were before, you are now, and oh, didn't I tell you? Well now you FUCKING WELL KNOW IT. I ran like bloody hell because I got very, very bad vibes, now I do not run but I will take the fight to you, so back off, you complete and utter bastard. I got to know you and I regret it like bloody hell, but there you go. What I can do now, is say to you, stop.

Stop following me. Stop looking me up. Stop reading this bloody blog, which I know was a fucking bad idea to begin with because, oh, people other than those intended could find it. In short, STOP IT. I am not, in any way, part of your life.

Did you read that? Let's take it again.

I am not in any way a part of your life.

I never was. I never, ever, EVER will be.
So don't fool yourself, and dwell on whatever pitiful memories you might have conjured. If I could, I'd make it so I had no idea you ever existed. And never ever got an idea that you did, either.

You make me sick with your very existance, and this I do not say lightly, because, generally, these days I'm a fairly decent person, and I wish most people well. Well, see, if I necessarily had to extend that to EVERYONE, you'd still be excluded. And I'd still want to have you be so FAR AWAY FROM ME. Get your shite together and get a life somewhere very, very, very far far far away from, oh, let's say, Sweden.

And by this I also mean, leave whatever places I have happened to visit the fuck alone. You'd not be the first person to haunt my steps, and I'd deal with you in a nasty way just as happily as I'd deal with them.

The fact that you seem to lay any, ANY claim at all on having any sort of idea about me, who I am, what I do and whatever my life contains, gives me a bad feeling in my stomach, and I tell you to lay it off. Stop bothering. Stop acknowledging my existance. I hesitate to call you "man", but I suppose your biological direction would be somewhere in that direction, and with me being a woman, I must also say, there is no way in the seven bloody hells that I might ever, EVER, fucking bloody EVER have any sort of interest in you, at all, in any way.

My only "interest" with you lies in your never, ever, ever again doing something even remotely like showing any interest in anything connected to my person or my life.

You will never "have" me. You will never have any sort of "interest" other than the abovementioned. You will never have anything but ill will from me, untill the day I have forgotten you exist and truly will never be bothered by you or anything you have said, done or thought.

So get the FUCK away from here, yes, YOU, stop reading, and never come back. Shite, I'll call out the hounds if that's what it takes, I so very much want to see you gone. GONE. NOW, IDIOT, NOW.