How is it that through a lot of tough times, injury, physical impairment, a lost love, far away and seriously ill---All the shit, life's pleasures estracted....Then, kind of from out of the blue, a twinkle of hope appears, and a connection is made?Not the bull-shitty inuendo slathered smoke screen that comprises those "datey places", these are real women, not the vapid silicon sacs, portrayed as archetypical sirens you pay to stuff dollars into. This, is SG, it's supposed to be no bullshit-Say only what you mean, here. There's a ton of people who would have us slain in days gone by. But we're here now. and it's our beauty and strengths here that are the way, not conventions anally adhered to. We don't all need a crippling relationship. We all value a friend dearly. We all speak of the comfort of discomfort and carnal pleasure. Now, you do the math, and ex trapolate from there.
lielock:
Listen I don't like you trying to pretend you know who I am you don't. I was going to try to ignore you and leave it at that. But I don't like your poem and I just don't wish to talk to you. This is my no bullshit statement ok...I find most of your comments and or posts to be creepy...goodbye.