November 24, 2004

  • If you found all prospects for physical intimacy cast far over the horizon, and distancing even as you reflect, would you:


     


    1)      writhe periodically in sexual ecstasy just thinking about that special 'someone',


     


    2)      suck it up decisively like Chuck Norris, Texas Ranger, spit out ‘enough’ and go out kicking-ass sans whatever and all-tough,


     


    3)      harness the tornado of one’s emotions procreatively into a lush sublimate of tender prose/poetry,


     


    4)  merely reflect that this is deja vu all over again,


     


    5)  punish your selfbody subliminally for being such a dreamy lunatic in the first place, or


     


    6)      love the drug you're with ?

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