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| Still just me. |
I don't know if you'l ever even find this, because as you so aptly put it, Blather is a twisty tangly web. At least, I think those were the words. I apologize profusely if I've mangled them. But what I want you to know is that Blather is a bandage for my wounded mind. It is a bucket by my bedside for me to verbally vomit into when my soul is sick. |
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| jeudi | Blather is expose, a platform. A place for me to play with words and have them read. I have an unseen boyfriend and invite him here to view me. Wonder if he will ever come back...surely for the sexy talk. He likes the sexy talk. I like it all. | 050528 |
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| Christ wihtout the cross | you did good. You created a universe for the mind and we are all lost in its depths | 061204 |
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| . | For my part I am "found" in its depths. But thanks all the same! | 061204 |