Or was. Some things will never change. Like farting around. Too much food going in, not enough burned off or coming out, emotional hungry Though there is always hope, even if it is in the future. Imaginary? Perhaps, but then what isn't in the mind?
Intensity, thy names is isolation. Could also make a case for depression, but then, it's a matter of perspective. For a moment, the great white whale of distraction (better than pink elephants of delusions) distraction (oh my! (hey, sometimes it's a face, sometimes it's the body, even without the lion and tigers and bears). The ovewrhelming prudishness is a major turn off though, I mean, religion really destroys rational thought, especially when it comes to the body. Delusional fears are the biggest turn off of all, except maybe intentional harm, but then, they are almost the same, after all. It really is poorly written much of the time, and so aimed at the bible belt the coddling of ignorance is painful to listen to sometimes, she would have done a fantastic job playing in a remake of Clueless, but anyway, eye candy doesn't have to be written well, or have any intelligence.
Like that. The stupidest euphemism in the language so soaked with fear and ignorance.
Nut enough about humanity. Fantasies can keep the loneliness at bay for a little while, but they are mostly temporary. Just the way it is. Wait, wasn't I just rambling on about some sort of nonsense somewhere? Shhhh, the ellipticals are listening.
This should continue, someday..
Narf :)
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