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 mind walks here segunda-feira, fevereiro 20, 2006To Philip BlackNo bleeding heart stuff. No lovey-dovey poems or puppy appeal. And don't you dare try to "aw" me. It's normal. What is? Everything that happens. There is no circus, whatever happens is normal. Normal as in when I'm about to swallow my drink you decide it's the perfect moment for the lamest, funniest joke ever. When it's my turn to be funny (we do balance each other quite well, don't we?) you can bet on the most hysterical Johnny Depp-ish laugh. Ideas that are produced from dust, and accepted as royal. Tacky, straight-forward, unpredicted, pathetic or kitsch? Count us in. Your timing is amazing, your pedantry, appealing. Your memory beats the whole Africa of elephants. You always have gum, you are always keen on discussing the movie while it's playing, you are always game for the bizarre thoughts I may conjure. Our brains seem to be connected on our own private network. There is never a better time to be enjoying ourselves than now, isn't that so? And I drink to that. Water or a non-teeth-blackening drink. To put it bluntly, dear... Cheers. .: posted by Miss Mindwalk 19:07
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