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Hello Minotaur. It is so very nice to see you again. So, now that I hear your fingers repetitively tapping on either what is the hardwood desk or instrumental keys.. should I read you the note? 'This is my last chance to say goodbye. She is going to put me through a dark rage of screaming fire. I'm sorry I wasn't there to catch you.' I reckon a tangible pink box should be arriving soon along with the pair of red and white sunglasses ? because lets be quite honest, for such a padawan wearing a retro fitting komono - she won't be needing them anymore. I even took the liberty myself to the ship it directly from the Port given I knew there could be no other who would enjoy such a trophy more. Cal me a sadist, but I find it most ironic to realize that even the functionality of all 'tie fighters' have lack of life-support ? regardless if it's worn around the neck or otherwise. I've got to give credit where credit is due because impressively enough, even as hard as she tries, the numb eyes shout stillness in your name. Do you hear the screaming? How is it to be so aware she is - now, being beyond a point of needing intervention? I'll be the first to admit. Granted, the poet didn't exactly have everything right and needless to say I suppose he was close enough projecting the largest fear and insecurity into the dialogue of all the curators. And it only took one word that was in common among the twelve paths: Abandonment. My advice - twist the knife and open the white envelope first. It includes the last look of the fallen fallacy. Next time, make sure try not too look scruffy and tempt anyone. Most of all in this rage of sorrow and regret - don't do up your tie so tight, as I'll so gladly do it for you. Kazeyeh | |