“I’m different. I’m not like them, not little. What’s wrong with me?” Lex stands trembling on the edge of ordering mass murder and dying at the loss of innocence once again. I'd be crying just like Lex.
Lex was seized with the horrible and irrational desire to call Martha and ask her to tell him about Clark as a baby…he wanted to share stories like a…like a…fuck. If he wasn't insane before, it's waiting just around the corner.
“I got lonely so I came looking for you…what are you doing?” Every parent's nightmare, and Lex isn't really a parent...
Totally unrelated: I would dearly love to send you a Christmas card. If that is something you would not be adverse to, please email the appropriate address to belovedplank@hotmail.com
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BTW, have I told you lately how much I love you? No?? Well I do! I'm planning a shrine to your stories right this minute! hehehe
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Lex was seized with the horrible and irrational desire to call Martha and ask her to tell him about Clark as a baby…he wanted to share stories like a…like a…fuck. If he wasn't insane before, it's waiting just around the corner.
“I got lonely so I came looking for you…what are you doing?” Every parent's nightmare, and Lex isn't really a parent...
Wow, this just keeps getting better. Love it!
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A full grown toddler superman.
I love this.
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