I for what it is worth have been kind this entire evening.

It's not about lying down, and it's not about drinks. Haven't I made clear my Love? It's about kindness.

could you possibly quit turning my precious "poemes" into a dating service lest i cut you from my will of soon to be-ee-eing-ness-ess? that's that written passages of arte where i shower ye with copper, piss, and prudence....swine. "it's just another day...life in the ground..listening to the ground..it doesn't make a sound...there's a smile on my face for everyone...it's just another dayee...it's just another day OHHHHHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHH! OHHH EEEE AH AH AYE AYE EY. ah ah aaaa.. just another..."

You will lie down for anyone with a few drinks, eh? And here I thought we had something. Oh well. At least z has honor!

james clavell. sho gun.

sorry friend, not only could i and can i out drink you in the most severest of ways, but i would do it while holding your quill between my teeth and chandolier swinging the hula team. i'm younger with less restraints, and i unlike you have a sense of humor, than again "this is not the first time you tried to get away....if we get the room one more night...this is not a horse race were winners beat the time..this is not a funeral with mourners in a line...this is not a party where people know your name...this is not a classroom with teacher at the board. this is not a atilla with his mighty hoarde GO! DON'T YOU GOOOO OH OH! WONT YOU STAY WITH ME ONE MORE DAY... if we get the room one more night"

Oh, now it is back to the more gentle, loving horus8.

could you possibly be more suspicious?

No, it is not.

Rat King, of course.

Is that so wrong??? He's 6 foot even. The beard makes him look rough, nasty. It's easier with the boy if he's not here in the morning. Joey likes pancakes, for my love it's oatmeal.

I am an idealist, thus I would just let the water love me. Celebrate what? The Nutcracker? Was he Little Clara?

80cc's of air at between 33 and 66 ft. of salt water. I hold my breath because i'm a romantic; always expecting some happy ending. We had champagne and cake to celebrate. The flutes played Tchaikovsky's dance.

How tall? Is that all you want, is to be loved?

Does the beard make him look more intellectual? He cannot stay, get up early and leave. Does he not have the preverbal drawer at you house? Does he comb his hair proper? I cannot remember the last time I combed my hair.

I suppose I do not go to that type of party. Mine are full of bastards with diplomas, you know. Lonely bastards who only sit at the bar so they can always look in the mirror and keep themselves company. Did you know that in Russia it is only right for serious drunkards and scholars to drink alone? Otherwise, you are breaking social mores.

We each have work in the morning, otherwise he'd be here all night. He's warm, and big- tall I mean. He grew a beard for me. He loves me.