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Don't Cry for Me, Fashionistas

By Not Bob


[Enter paigow, on a balcony overlooking a crowd of FBers. She is wearing white and looking remarkably like Carolyn Bessette after throwing an ashtray at JFK, Jr. -- sad eyes, icy blond hair, matte red lips. An expectant hush falls over the crowd.]

Paigow [starting softly, gaining strength as she goes]:

It won't be easy, you'll think it strange
When I try to explain how I feel
That I still need your love after all of my posts
You won't believe me
All you will see is a girl with blood blue
Although she's messed up some of the time
Her family paid Mayflower's crew.

I had to let it happen, I had to post
Couldn't stay all my life lurking here
Reading chefster's sex polls, staying out of the fun
So I chose PAIGOW!
Running around trying everyone new
But no GA impressed me at all
I never expected them to

Don't cry for me, Fashionistas
The truth is I never left you
All through my chris days
My war with JRUSS
My spats with Thurgreed
(like Slave, he's hairless)

And as for Lester, and as for Slave
I never invited them in
Though it seemed to the boards they were all I desired
Less is deluded
Slave is not the solution he promised to be
So I post here all of the time
I love you and hope you love me

Don't cry for me, Fashionistas
The truth is I never left you
All through my chris days
My war with JRUSS
My spats with Thurgreed
(like Slave, he's hairless)

Have I said too much? There's nothing more I can think of to say to you.

But all you have to do is look at me to know that every word is true.

[paigow bows to the applause, backing gracefully back off the balcony]