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| taojones |
It wouldn't surprise me. Very little does anyway. She sends me mail, but they are broken telegrams, forethoughts and hindquarters of true sight and expression; there are hidden messages poorly translated into ancient dialects-probably nonexistant ones. As always, I'm responding in the flippant fashion that seems to be some sort of foundation, or maybe a shelter for me but you'd have to ask my shrink. This is an impossible task, as I have no such shrink. Point being: there is severe and delicate conversation between us. there is absolutely no denying the constant spike in wavelength when we sit in a room together. when we eat lunch together. she takes her time; I have to concentrate to slow down. so_we_is T A O J O N E S |
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