here at the frontier, there are falling leaves. although my neighbours are all barbarians, and you, you are a thousand miles away, there are always two cups on my table.
Friday 18 March 2005
you want what?
to have my cake and eat it too.
so you get to make the calls, and it's all on your agenda.
of course. why not?
because i'm not an object to be used when you want to and laid aside when i'm of no use to you.
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I love conversation, realized or not.
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