#33 Celebrity Suicide Notes - David Beckham

Dear John,

I wern't ever one for words. Always fell out my mouth awkward, like my brain was using all its force just to move my mouth. I felt like a badly dubbed film, when behind all the bad sound effects there was something profound squeeking away. At the end of the day I learnt to speak with actions. To show beauty in what I done.

I'm sorry for the mess. my artery has started spraying...

i4M GOING HOME;

Luv, D.
x

3 comments:

  1. I posted a comment but must have done somtjhign blonde because it's disappeared.

    I love the suicide notes best of all on your blog. I wonder what it says about me? I re-tweeted the link too, are you on Twitter?

    And thanks for popping over to my blog.

    Helena xx

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  2. My God, Can't even spell any more.

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  3. Re: Mr.Dali. He cannot be blamed for the tradgedy of his brother's degeneracy.

    I have though heard some disturbing rumours about Dali which I shall be investigating.

    Mr.Beckham is not dead. Nor are the others involved in your 'suicide notes'. You are clearly losing your mind.

    WE CAN HELP

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