Am trying to recall the last time I had sex that didn't seem as an unfortunate accident or the result of a cleverly lain and successfully sprung trap. It's certainly happened, but it has been so long since I could look back on the self that I were and say 'decent fellow, nice girl, they deserve eachother.'
Recent have come unglued with new idea - cavalier old notions about all the things the girl I have purported to love 'deserves better than', yet not a whit of an idea what it were she wanted. Similar spend all this time reviling against the idea of needing something other than breath and water - but no idea if I were something could be wanted or what of me could.
Maddening.
It's getting much colder and all of a sudden.
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