The me that loves me loves you too.
The me I don’t like loves you too.
The me I don’t like and the you you don’t like are out on a date right now
having a lot of some kind of fun.
Language
The term “politically correct’ means what it says, for obvious reasons. Saying it sarcastically and with derision is gaslighting.
Edict
Tuck not in thy lips, nor thy life.
Don’t care for what’s thought of them
By anyone
So.
When you wake up in the morning and you don’t think,
I am a perfect specimen of a human being, I am everything we were meant to be, I am glad to be alive and I am proud of, and glad for, who I am…well you probably didn’t have enough fun last night, so.
I Have to Tell You.
Typing with one hand. Enjoying, suffering, how long?
Enduring gladly, the happy paralysis, of a love snoring lightly, in my arms.
Culminating in gentle carriage to bed and the satisfaction of settling there.
There, so peaceful, for awhile.
You. You want this to be you.
I, I want this to be me.
Please.
Write me a haiku
With a huge walk-in closet
No bedbugs or lice.
Uno Mas
There’s a Yin Yang game
Illegally in my soul
Despair versus joy.
It’s my birthday…
And I’m happy, but coincidentally, I’m feeling, suddenly quite sad, realizing H. L. Menken was way more right than I had previously thought.
Help me out here. I’m looking for a word: Rampage of outrage, fueled by love.
Desired outcome: Hugs and kisses, and world peace.
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