Wins and losses. Far away from close up. Think about the now. Then leads to now. Now is the culmination of then. I wonder if someone somewhere is laughing at things. This is how he did it. I don't know if I'm imposed upon. Dolled up fantasies, offensive and cruel delivered on paper and in person. I asked you to wear something that was really kinky and likely wrong. There were pancakes, headscarves, and mardi gras beads too. Maybe rope. Pipers dancing at Easter Island. The card sharks of the old west and their guns. Food. Music. Merriment and folly. He was there somewhere. Two days from another full moon. Why am I thinking of all this tonight? Every night from one perspective or another. If there was a lady in charge of my mind, sitting at a desk, tick-typing away, I'd ask her to delete. But, she says, I heard the whole thing. No way I'm going to forget.
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