Love Letters to FemGenius, CarePackageGiver, Lori Queen Septon

This Thy Reign, a rainy Hour Wholly Holy Hour when You came NotAtAll; he ninny asketh and Sky did fall. Nor was I Expecting, cisM can't expect much & babies' childsupport for baseborns borne notmine, justfine. Jesus loves a cheerful Patsy, a CruciferUntastinLiquor & here of defense leer I'm grime for YouToCallCopsWhoIsHeWhatsHeUpTo? Bookm salt and battry before the Rain pours merrily sadistically GodlyWombed and going down and down and drowned please no tomb Her wish, my command, to be least least least man rather than DeadBeatDad on whom bastard lasterd rain does ne'er refrain. Reign, Queen; Thy CruelToolsToward Downward INDEED PAY THE WAY FOR RAPEWEED BLOOMS IN SAUNA MAY <Here in Kentucky May, say!!>  

Lights go OUT She The Meaning of Years, TheWomb, a SchizSanta goeth OUT Children with abdomins' chittlins OUT Unless Eva Braun was one of Them; Hitler loved guts OUT Unkindly L ügar for BothOfTHEM OUT with THEM Janus and Perchta BothofTHEM hunt wild Christmas, tornadoes, earthquakes, volcanoes just about what Life is, Darwin affirming that Santa cums goodgiving for demonkinder badgiving for the goodmartyrs Womb Life that's In and OUT biologicals criminologicals geologicals getting hit by meterorites & Soltice BirthDeathDay presents having cut the Trees and burnt them. This is the Woman; Man the Straight needs Perchta's virgin knife and murder on Wombs'exit (serves 'im right for PureReligion don't It?) Shout this OUT What GodWoman's about!!!!  

  The difference between having and claiming comes after longing and before longing had-better-not-be wishing. I do not want to relinquish the possibility of having You as friend, and yet while we both acknowledge friendship, what we really have attained is new and superficial, thus easily canceled. I for one had the-better merely come upon You when that would not at all look like some contrivance just to see You to further a somewhat acquaintance beyond this availing roughness and insufficiency. The YuleTide advenes. I hope You will not mind my making a timely card for You Yours this season; I see nil wrong with this, and would appreciate Your telling me if this is not OK . No 'tis not what I want for You to 'let me get the hint' of silence, as I-- always meaning-well-- cannot read Your mind's potential though hidden discomforts. In all then, I would like to have conversations of greater depth than hello with You in the way we are doing, too close the temptation for me...

  All the loves, gone beloved gone still memory and curse and the stinking rod worship HerThisTime GodAgain. GhostGirls! From Ye I learned 'tis better to have been burned=> then unturned BeMan less'n Unbegotten rottenrootedly MotherGoosedly terminally GhostHimself NeverYearned and ZeroTurned @EndRoadKill Hims bestest thrill. <= So I loved You, All of You and Wounded ThroughAndThrough GoodByes vied, Turned the Screw. . . as had-I to leave Yous funerally permanently See?

Why I think of You; I am Glad tho' bornLAD I too to see You. As You come to me in wont perfect Liberty do I think WE maybe have a Might BE. . . Can You not fret that once we (and AllBeWombed) get met there is love and I tell You so so soon <in brave, in reckless knavery & outa tune does Love the Law the Life the Labyrinth the Labor me-sees in every neighbor THINKS DOES NOT SHRINK> in such a way today let all ways always grow our Hello as Why I think of You; Glad bornLAD I too to see You.  

For some days, I have not seen You. The-better I'd not infer. The Woman and Her silences, and the pinsneedles hE makes of them are just part of a dance, the dance of approach and of-course avoidance which is the symphony, not of love, but of the uncertain business of living. Maybe You are on vacation; maybe You are married and He objects; maybe You changed Your mind-- as Girls do TheirRight Y'know. Maybe You fear me because I said not-to-fear-me as most women do, Why? The familiar tone of the seeming NiceGuy may mean the SeriousGuy, and that terrorizes even You after I said please no terror I am just the nice guy, almost completely tamed of genderizing, do-too just want a friend to whom I can say Hello in the morning at Ekstrom Library. . . Where I live, where-I-be is a lonely place, with men who hate me because I am half-woman, and on the other hand with presence simultaneously of would-be seductors who smacklips about a nice rough love, push&shove. You are just a passerby...

I have always bonded-best to women who are smarter than I; You, scientist, becoming-professor, Brain obviously fill that desideratum. When You greet me in the morning as we all at this not-Ivy-LeagueGreatUniversity start our day climbing to some punctus-intellectum , insight, Eureka-Moment in our days inexorably academic, Thy smile and Thy wit to let us do a wee merriment on seeing one another is MARVELOUS, and someday-- without I hope the terriblenesses that usually accompany the Meeting which is the dance of life, just as biological in red claw and tooth but also tamed and cultivating, to imply then the social and the psych (especially the psychosocial definitions that move and shake human action[s]). Sister, I have loved many, but never really loved a man-- the physics that pertains to man hood I have indeed tried/dabbled/tasted like a snack at a jock fraternity party, only to find the taste bad with the hint of male urine, and BDSM cruelty-games, and the exchange of insults which m...

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