so secure was your sense of being...

but then, in a dot of an eye, i defeated you.

and you lost all sense of self.

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My muscles bulge, my strength has tenuous certainty amongst viewers, but yet i find my arms empty, held by none other than I; alone.

Bugger. i can't finish any sentences without thinking ahead of myself and deleting it.

rebuttals from the future deny any written agendas.

i say 7, but i might not be correct. its the prettiest, errr, simplest and easiest number to say. so it gets said. its not so lucky as its perputed reputation.

my FL trip seems to wane and wane on me; i so much miss my friends, ,and i really enjoy even the thought of hanging out with them. But then reality's spearpoing pierces my side and i remember fl is not a good idea. but!

buT!


when did "man" become a curseword....


i need kisses.