

an exercise in randomnessI walked through my home, barefoot and slightly uncertain. I thought of you, and us, and them ,and it, one hugean exercise in randomness
pronoun potpourri. I sat down to write and resigned myself to the fact that I would not. Instead focusing on
cool tiles beneath my feet and the non-ticking clock. Background noise, which not surprisingly was in the background, competed for my attention. It was her son, Michael.
She,used to be my bestfriend, once. Now we could either take it or leave it. Hello, is usually met with a sense of reasoning and wonderment. Did it really mean hello or did it mean 'I am quite pissed with where you


AcheEyelids half-closed in slumber, I sigh a barely audible murmur as careless strands of her strawberry hair tickle my shoulder blade. You would think that I’d be accustomed to this daily routine, but I always jump in surprise when she pecks at the nape of my neck with her kisses. Feeling the inside of her thigh curl around my waist, I turn around to embrace her, and thread my arms through hers.Ache
I greet her with a lazy grin as my eyelids flicker in adjustment to the morning light. Hey sleepyhead, she smiles. Searching her curious stare brings a new revelation with each passing view. The blind-filtered sunrays that bring warmth
Things are pretty peachy my way, how 'bout yours? Thanksgiving was great, but I could stand to lose the 10lbs I managed to put on today
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NAGYDESIGN
I didn't know =\ . happy birthdayyyyyy to you. belated. teehee. hope you're doing good mr smarty pants.
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and the earth bends to fill the void.
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