never mind her with her little onion skin problem...
There we were.. two total strangers....
stood at near sunset on the 'romantic' - herein the CORRECT definition, place on earth
(i always tell 'em who's down yonder river HAtefilled creekshittin Helford Rats racin to the end of their vomit bucket con that's the REAL end of her earth as all that time frettin about the ayahhooasker spatter on your fancy Peter Jones duvet of course you have no time to fix the planet, too)
Within three minutes all her onion skin layers peeled open....
" i save them for a living... my twi she chucks fagends and litter near where they're livin.... "
" so do you LOVE her still... i mean we all know about 'twinflame' shamanistic ESP bloody, not 'you and me'
we..
are one"
The reward as if in the most The Sublime (correct version sadly the walking Pole didnt understand.. - its about lofty honour thats the original Polski ... doesnt say anythin' about hissing sourly and blockin' in the etymological dic..) Authentic, never mind best post-Jungian, actual true self actualised therapeutic a spades a spade
tell your truth
and hers too....
They came...
(i lie i keep an eye open, occasionally)
You could not have a more 'on cue' cue
in all of her, preferred, ("aww Leo in Titanic my real fave")
romantic movie history
Avctually like the far better movie whales of august
Bette's best
like if you were goin' to jump off the cliff
they came...to ...
whatever they will do
(and we even had the silly man in the background who thinks pasties are real food for real men)
Proof: tell all your even most shameful truth.
And heaven is there, even here.
