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Did you know that the tail really does keep moving after it's been bitten off by a large cat? I tried to save it. I tried. I gave up when I didn't want to touch the broken thing. I did just chase the two shark-like creatures from their blood in the water, but then I walked away knowing it was going to be what it was going to be. It almost seemed like the lizard - and it was the hugest one I've ever seen - looked to me in supplication. Lizard, I'm sorry.
And so the awkward dance of another failed gambit. It's fine to have medium low, but not too long.
When I was trying one of my vampiric texting manipulations, I had thought I'd get the response "well, I'm interested in that part too" yet, instead I got a very clear "fuck you" please. And I know know know know know know know from knowing men that there is someone who actually might be interested in my sheer company, yet for now I've been a virtual prostitute - trading access for respite from thinking about how lost I am.
And who would be in my realm? just lost ones too... right?
I'm sure the drugs help a great deal and the sanctuary, yet it's an empty beat. I adore my own company, yet I'm not sure this is the way.
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and did you know that lemon zest and lemon juice and butter can make butter beans sing?
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