Wednesday, March 20, 2024


    Yes Sade, where you are and I am is all that matters this Wednesday as per usual. Bleep em. 

    Gracefully I avoided writing cursing. While coincidentally more readers showed up when the shoving the facing of how people really talk in our faces, occurred more frequently. Huh. Going for the MALE HIERARCHY jugular? Dag gum right. 
    Today other essay. Highlighting well done film, WHERE'S MY ROY COHN? 
    Ah Wednesday. Once started, my eyes couldn't turn off you. Center of my heart's universe. We need to talk. Might walk in and ask for an appointment. As your eyes say.
    "See you," Malcolm.  Happy your man? 
P. S. Or at least friend. Neither wanted our beginning stretched near nine months. Yet, so it went. We felt for and through each other despite everything. Be cool together, unnecessary to toehold imagery and our few wonderful words. I know you know I'm not exaggerating. I LOVE YOU Baderinwa ... Cross my arms and hope to die. Spit a needle in my eye. ... Why yes, we're crossing them NOW.

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