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Marilyn Being Marilyn | | fritz | Sep 5, 2021 | I'm sitting on a couch; beside me is Marilyn Manson, and on the other side of him, Vera, as if we are watching TV together. Marilyn reaches over and attempts to fondle Vera, and I jump up and tell him that's not allowed, and he has to leave now. He says something like "I'm Marilyn Manson, I don't have to be good", so I punch him square in the middle of the chest. I have this feeling like I pulled my punch, didn't land it quite right, but anyway he leaves.
I go into the kitchen and realize that I left some pasta boiling for far too long, now it's all shriveled up on the bottom of the pan. | Next: Amber Walks |
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