I think I have two confirmed stalkers.
Earl the Whittler - who has forgotten me in his money making frenzy,
and Anoneemuz - an arrogant imbicile.
My sister Froopert, has one (a very un-dead sounding character) and it seems a new wet-behind-the-ears-whelp has popped up.
I think this calls for some poetry.
I don't like poetry, It doesn't stir my soul or anything.
But a haiku is the only way I know how to express my feelings in this case.
(btw, the photo is me in Kyoto Costume Museum, dressed as a Heian Noblewoman)
so hear goes...
Boys, get lives and stop
stalking me. Just read the blog.
Don't get all weird. Thanks.
Frooples.
Your haikus are welcome too - it must be directed to the stalkers however.
The photo I took in Kyoto's Fushimi Inari Shrine, Japan.
The movie I took in Kyoto's Fushimi Inari Shrine, Japan.
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