Diana

Yes!

I am a Hopelessly Romantic SAP.

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Her untimely departure really fucked me up.

(More than this ‘Macho-Man’ would ever care or confess to admit.)

Street Cred for Vid: Missmariasiya

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Christopher,


I love you more than cash money,
BUT
I do not agree with you.
(Actually I Do… Sorta.)
However, comma,
I’d like to hold onto my
Idealistic
Dreams
And Fantasies…
Regarding
Princesses.

Real-Life Ones.

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So on this note,

Christopher,

Go Get Fucked.

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I am very far removed from ‘stupid,’ and Christopher is spot on here/below,

but I am also a hopeless romantic.

So I am torn between two lovers.

My conundrum

“Lovin’ you both is breaking all the rules.”
“Well shit! I am in the ‘rule-breaking’ business.”

Street Cred for the Vid: Juan Manuel Astorga

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“The Cult of Diana” —Christopher Hitchens :

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Goodbye England’s rose
May you ever grow in our hearts
You were the grace that placed itself
Where lives were torn apart
You called out to our country
And you whispered to those in pain
Now you belong to heaven
And the stars spell out your name

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never fading with the sunset
When the rain set in
And your footsteps will always fall here
Along England’s greenest hills
Your candle’s burned out long before
Your legend ever will

Loveliness we’ve lost
These empty days without your smile
This torch we’ll always carry
For our nation’s golden child
And even though we try
The truth brings us to tears
All our words cannot express
The joy you brought us through the years

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never fading with the sunset
When the rain set in
And your footsteps will always fall here
Along England’s greenest hills
Your candle’s burned our long before
Your legend ever will

Goodbye England’s rose
May you ever grow in our hearts
You were the grace that placed itself
Where lives were torn apart
Goodbye England’s rose
From a country lost without your soul
Who’ll miss the wings of your compassion
More than you’ll ever know

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never fading with the sunset
When the rain set in
And you footsteps will always fall here
Along England’s greenest hills
Your candle’s burned out long before
Your legend ever will

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I loved my Daddy.


Never sure if he loved me.


I thought he was always the smartest in any room, but one day he said something incredibly stupid to me.

(Shortly after the breakup of Lady Di and that moron she was married to.)

She had a broken wing thanks to Charles-The-Cheating-Unfaithful-AssholeMoron

(I’m an Asshole Moron too, but I NEVER EVER Cheated on any of my four wives)

Well except for

Shonnie Days,

But Janet and I were pretty much Legal-Separated then and I knew for shit-sure she had been keeping a Soy Toy Boy on the side for months, so WTF right?


Daddy said, and I quote:

“That’s what happens when you marry a commoner.”

What an ignorant statement!

And I told him so.

Diana Spencer was English Nobility way before she married into The House of Windsor.

I was kicked out of Marcom Manor immediately (and permanently) after that.

(Daddy never enjoyed anyone hanging about who was not a sycophant to him.)

On The Street Where I lived:

Marcom Manor”