If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic again as they all try to find the last ending.
This is perfect.
tell me which part of yourself
you hate the most
so I know exactly where to plant my lips
every time I see you
So if I said my butt…
in my house there are only two water temperatures: winter is coming and fire cannot kill a dragon