not fair. not fair. i'm calling shenanigans. i'm throwing myself on the line here and you're writing replies that are never sent. it's ok to rant now and then, isn't it. this stuff is not us, just spirits that pick up our bodies, hurl them around and spit us out. people understand that, don't they? there is forgiveness and forgetting here, isn't there? that's what they told me on the invitation.
what good is all this 'loyalty' and patriotism if you're not even reckoning with your own nature?
here's the thing. you can't know that you understand what i thought i was trying to say (eeeeeee) unless you slam yourself against me and play it out. who cares about clarity, and spelling errors and dictionary definitions. just put that suit on and say it; then take it off and see how it felt. you never become DeNiro by watching him.
scrub that. do you ever dance like nobody's watching? it's sooooooo beautiful out there. you throw your body about to total abandon. shake those devils up. angels too. and if someobody tiptoes in to ask "would you please explain yourself?", you spin them away back to the wallflowers.
i'm riding the scree. heheheeee.
no, you need to stop this Nikki thing. there's some superficial similarities only. we all have a Nikki in us if we wish to play with her. i'm really nothing like her. but i love her more that way.
do you think you understand what i think i might be trying to say now? did we get a little closer?
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