Women seeking real sex San Luis Obispo The selfsame moment I could pray...... was the instant I first read your voice. In the grammar of your consciousness-- and yes, you were right, singing out from the dark side of the moon-- your voice was the one I was looking for. I do not really know what dark and filthy spells a velvet panty waist could cast upon one who sings as beautifully as you. I would wear a helmet if you asked me to, even though you would not wear one yourself. I asked this question, and the monster could not answer-- nor did he possess the living word of you.
I would wear a helmet not out of weakness. Nor out of strength. But simply because you would ask me to. And this is love.
You are free AM. Free. Free from the monster's shadow-- because it has an achilles heel. His true word is nonsense. i will destroy it, bring it to the full light of riducule and concern. IThis monster. this corrupt nazianzus is alien to New Haven. This rough and filthy beast. Not to the City, the garbage dump of many re-inventing peoples. But here, in the great matriarchy of Yale-- where my aunts and my bridge partners rule this little fiefdom from Woodbridge Hall-- the monster dare not cross them. He is anathema amarantha to them. No Prix d'Rome for Greg. No adjunct professorship in that atrocity that looks much like his soul. He knows that I will brag, and brag like a psalm until heaven itself is full of my singings. Just as I lost 4th Street, so does he lose Wall. And I would tell you many things the beast did whils espoused to you. heather was hardly discrete, nor her emails secure..
Heather once told me that she was looking for her father, a lunatic and a suicide, in me. And while I understand that position, there is a better way than this. And an even better way than being treated as a grown-up child-- and by a sybarite, a degenerate, an impotent and a mediocrity.
He is a beast that possesses no living word. A veneer of a man. A caricature out of Tennessee williams-- a little crippled girl.
He knows that I will brag. Brag brag brag. And have already sung his anti-name, well whispered is more like it- whispered his rotton-ness. Because vanity is his weakness. And he forgot that old women, women long past their menses wield power with a savagery that men seldom understand. Especially board room buffons lookin at titoesque monuments in great ruin and shitty marginal art.
You are free, principessa, if you choose to be.
You are blessed, and can bless, if you truly wish to be.
I know this isn't much of a poem, but I know no better way this very tiring day spent slaying a cyber-dragon, that this barend boeme serves you your cornetti, principessa on a dragon scalewhacked from the lefte of the Nazianzus. And it has been well washed in holy water.
I am tired of wrestling this ladies seeking casual sex Lidderdale demon-- but at least a demon cannot tear a chunk of thigh for wrestling well. I am only tired, but still stridently on my feet. Like Rocky Balboa, on the steps of the Philadelphia Library.
Good morning, my beautiful principessa. I love you very much.
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Delete this, Nazianzus Occam and I will on your behalf this morning at a household that I know from the first POTUS"S Depot and Lincoln Street and will tell them, well the dear dear long suffering spouse. all about you, She wil be riveted. Many of these people knew how sad I was after Heather. And comforted me. What you understand as weakness, in some minds, minds that wield great authority in this small fiefdom, is actually strength. And they have neighbors. And then there is St Ronan Street. And Everett Street. Oh, so many streets. Especially when one has the points of a bridge master, which makes me a ringer. And have lived in a place your entire life, on and off. You idiot, your files weren't quite as complete as you imagined. Nor am I so indiscrete. Who is the rubber priapus now... sirloins, now limp, of porchetta. . Retrome satana... AMGD
And don't doubt that I can tel a story very, very well, and with much subtlety. the deftest brushstroke. Mere intimation... You mother of three grown up children. a joke. Sybarite.
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