April 8, 2010

Loulou; or, The Domestic Life of the Language

so here i am, back to this old song and dance.

i guess i should conjure up something to say, since i know that manderz is checkin this shiz out now.

speaking of which, the same manderz panders that i successfully accosted immediately after getting kicked in the shin. by a girl. who felt certain that the couch was big enough for three, and two was not yet enough.

my brain tells me i like learning things the harder, more roundabout way. i am emma from atwood's walking on water...

i refuse to die in such a stupid way....she didnt want to offend, but to merely disengage...in deference to the local horror of legs....usually married and awful as well..rational men she can look up to, and so she adores, one after another, men who have excelled in their fields, frequently with ruthless egoism, when the chips are down they have no real time for anyone else...the rest of us have more self-protection...she was a one way specialist, she disliked going backwards...rapidly falls into stock postures in times of stress...


alas, i am sleepy and rushed

make good choices.

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