Mar 12, 2014 00:41
You say that I'm fast. Too fast. Too much.
You confess - you adopting my yes-stuff from me.
You never know you give back your no-stuff.
It's yours, sweetie. Your question "what for". Ever. What for ever? What forever?
You teach me how to leave things. People. How to unwind any story, any possibility up to nothing.
There is no 42. Just equivocation.
Don't worry, I'm ok with it. But... It's good for both to sum up and halve. Not to swap. Or sometimes we'll find yes-man and no-girl in the same middle of nowhere.
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