Dear John,
I have carried this burden for far too long. A part my ambition played; in this deceitful secret I have managed to mislead you with, through all the struggles and adulation alike.
Your father never came from the future. You were a product of a hallucinatory night of marijuana and coke.
This war wasn't your destiny. Run away while you still can. Amigo has promised to stay.
Sarah Connor.
For those who may not be aware, a spoof on Terminator, the cult movie of the eighties and nineties.
I have carried this burden for far too long. A part my ambition played; in this deceitful secret I have managed to mislead you with, through all the struggles and adulation alike.
Your father never came from the future. You were a product of a hallucinatory night of marijuana and coke.
This war wasn't your destiny. Run away while you still can. Amigo has promised to stay.
Sarah Connor.
For those who may not be aware, a spoof on Terminator, the cult movie of the eighties and nineties.
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Glad you made it this far...would love to hear your take on the words scribbled. A comment every now and then keeps the blues away. :D
Since, crazy Mr. Blogspot won't let me reply to the comments here (is upset with the water ladies ever since they refused to verify visitors)...will do the next best thing, drop in to your blog to say my Vanakkam/Namaste/Salaam/Hello.