of Waitrose Bags...
sat here listening to that...
yes it certainly recreates itself every day.... it is ridiculous how it has.
No one would believe that story - good job i have all the tapes.
Except one.
The one I actually did love.
She had earned love whatever that is. At least valuing her.
For the right reasons.
But i get ahead of myself again as i have been elsewhere- will the three ever meet?
Only one can ever decide that.
Yes, her.
And I will never see her again as sure as ferrits are ferrits as they say.
No mere "never"; the ferrit version of not on your Nelly.
But it occurs:
This one.
No not the walk on by one, this one who lingers, and lingers here too.
I saw.
I have a question:
How on earth is it that she didn't know the Ivry.
That was for her.
Their contempt was palpable.
A mere, me.
But hers was so much more confused.
And confusion is more than mere hope, it is real.
And more than merely real, is a gift.
It's not "why?", but is this. New.
But could she one day play it too?
She is not finished.
That i now that;s what the lingerinzabout....
A question Jeffery.
It used to be just a 'gift' how narcissistic and selfish me.
I have a list of them for Sweats - that first.
A question.
But then that's such a bore too, but i supose less demanding than a gift.
Tomorrow.
We shall see.
