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You’re in rare form.

Au contraire  Im formless

Formless?   How do you mean?

Untethered

Groping

Last we spoke I made some notes . .
. . As you always do, red BIC, clipboard, paper, if you showed up and didn’t have them I’d assume you were an impersonator, not the real McCoy.

Thank you I appreciate the observation

                                                    Whawoud befall the impersonator
Probably nothing.

                      Likely he’d be more congenial, less argumentative, less contrary, which often I think you are just to stir the pot.

Lemme put your mind at ease

                                     Im not ever contrary

I’d probably enjoy the stranger.
Ya probably woud

                        Can imagine it must suck to be you     A lot
Funny.

              Formless?

Saw I noted whore slut gash Madonna   Daddy – Help me

I remember a little of that conversation. You were going off certainly humoring the hell out of yourself.

Remember the Keebler elf Ernie

I do, but not in the sense you said.

You recall

                Usually youre desperate to recall

You were awfully descriptive and troubled trying to relate through your laughter.

I was seeing it

You were.
            You definitely were.
Im listening

The really fat girl, Ernie struggling, stymied, it occurred to himJesus.
Jah

Ernie goes to his tree, returns with a sack of flour, dusts her, fucks the wet spo . .
. . Bingoya remembered
                                   Rare

 

    Thanks for helping me coalesce  aggregate   

Thursday afternoon,  27  8. 26
1001,  Thursday,  3  9. 26

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