I don’t know why life has to be the way it is. i am not sure what force is at work. i do not pretend to know what makes a man a man, and woman, woman.
My coffee with a phantom turned out to be red wine with a wolf. after a long day at grandmother’s house, no less.
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a day at the sea
A: you should be jealous
Z: why?
A: because the sea and I once were lovers, i know that now.
Z: oh yeah, you aren’t alone... the sea is a whore
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the sea continued to caress me with his mists as if to say, it’s been a long time my love... you haven’t forgotten have you?
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and then the wolf