So glamorous.  You remind me of Marilyn M.  And when you're lost in the lights, the way you move and comport yourself just makes me want to make myself your wide-eyed, transfixed friend .  So friends it is.  Everhence.  Not that 'everhence' is a bonafide word, mind us.  But then, somewhere between your flaggelantly expressed advertence hereabouts and my profession of tomorrow's utter insignificance when confronted by your unavoidable reclusion is our playful moment of everlasting imaginative tryst...