03 April 2010

Dover

Universe,

I love you. What a pitiable existence that this be reduced to farcical joke, but it's true.
Please do the following, make your workings more Orient and less north by northwesterly, have a great scone and have some caught in your throat so that even your coughs are sweet, have the earth be biomorphic in accordance with some machine or other, all of this sex: partially transparent shirts, garments whose cut shows an enticing calf, wrist, part of the neck, even when it is raining and you are huddled against the wind

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I would make out with you in public. Even though we've both expressed our disdain for things like that.

We went to a festival.

We ate frozen mango covered in chili.

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The divisor has his place. The divisor has gold ink. The poor SOB lives his life in the breach.

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You are sad. I am sad. There is a place where the sea meets a white cliff face.