the letter was Yes
At some point, you get to a point where you are 45 years old, and you are ressurecting your puter, and thngs aren't yet behaving. If you are as lucky as I am, you've had some real bad false starts all through your live life. YOu know more will come, often daily.
You have a pardner of sorts. More than a lover. That the two of you are linguists of sorts (he by title, meshe by scribbings), makes it giggly. That both of you are trans...
That both of you enjoy wierd things, new things, long walks, curries, zydeco, and other untold as yet .. things?
Wow or woo hoo, or tee hee or nona yer bizeeness.
this dude i found. wow. he's like so not a dude, but so like a dude. he's like smart n shit. he's like as much smarter as me could be when he's not done being the top down below to above.
He and i have secrets. piggy wiggly. the way my thighs do what
they do
not arrette myself at you.
i canna tell thee how i want to not have him my partner. i swear, i had a suicidal plan.
but he showed up looking for me, and i answered a letter.
the letter was...
my shit was so tied up and ready to be killed.
my previous mentor was dying in his own her right repressed desires
and my being where i was after Nature's suggestion did not apply.
the grippa of driving without confidence and a cataract too
later telling back to sooner
sucked, two years worth
then free
and released, unfriended by tangential pardners
giggling one perspectived just like the old relations always were
under her regard.
poor woman, best wishes, no more.
then it shifted, far before but then, unstoppable
its so funny that ,, i'm trans girl
and my pardner is transman, but we are
so much more
its a link, that
in the not end, and not beginnning
the rest get, while we laugh
ten quarks in the future
Zan the man and Tay the gal
the confusin funnies
make you in retrospect
respond, and hopefully
lauffffffffffffffffffff!
omg, ts funnny!
music sounds at these sorts of times like
electric farts
You have a pardner of sorts. More than a lover. That the two of you are linguists of sorts (he by title, meshe by scribbings), makes it giggly. That both of you are trans...
That both of you enjoy wierd things, new things, long walks, curries, zydeco, and other untold as yet .. things?
Wow or woo hoo, or tee hee or nona yer bizeeness.
this dude i found. wow. he's like so not a dude, but so like a dude. he's like smart n shit. he's like as much smarter as me could be when he's not done being the top down below to above.
He and i have secrets. piggy wiggly. the way my thighs do what
they do
not arrette myself at you.
i canna tell thee how i want to not have him my partner. i swear, i had a suicidal plan.
but he showed up looking for me, and i answered a letter.
the letter was...
my shit was so tied up and ready to be killed.
my previous mentor was dying in his own her right repressed desires
and my being where i was after Nature's suggestion did not apply.
the grippa of driving without confidence and a cataract too
later telling back to sooner
sucked, two years worth
then free
and released, unfriended by tangential pardners
giggling one perspectived just like the old relations always were
under her regard.
poor woman, best wishes, no more.
then it shifted, far before but then, unstoppable
its so funny that ,, i'm trans girl
and my pardner is transman, but we are
so much more
its a link, that
in the not end, and not beginnning
the rest get, while we laugh
ten quarks in the future
Zan the man and Tay the gal
the confusin funnies
make you in retrospect
respond, and hopefully
lauffffffffffffffffffff!
omg, ts funnny!
music sounds at these sorts of times like
electric farts