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[pureplainpatron]

Cherry Blossoms fall

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[blackrthanblack]

I'm never able to tell if poetry is angsty or soul searchingly wistful, and if I should shake you for your lunch money over it.

[pureplainpatron]

I think poetry tends to bring out angst, admittedly.

But then, I'm just a nostalgic old/young man.

[blackrthanblack]

Ah. So I should be punching and shaking poets for their money, then.

Nostalgic for?

[pureplainpatron]

I would have thought you'd give up on that sort of thing from being a housewife.

DA, in an odd way. People who've long since left. Different things.

[blackrthanblack]

Urges for the most part, never entirely go away.

So go back to school, maybe as a teacher? Idk.

[pureplainpatron]

Like your worrying love for explosions.

Eh, maybe. I'm not sure I'd really be suited for a teaching job... and that wouldn't really help so much with being nostalgic.

[blackrthanblack]

Explosions are what make life worth living.

So go be a kid for a few days?

[pureplainpatron]

...while I disagree, that's all fine and dandy so long as they're appropriately placed. Namely, not near anything you don't want destroyed.

I don't really want to be a kid, love.

[blackrthanblack]

Essentially, yeah, but still. Pyrotechnics are awesome.

... So what do you want? Go in wearing a uniform with stubble on your chin?

[pureplainpatron]

Fair enough. Just. Not inside the house, et al.

I'm just nostalgic, it's not a mid-life crisis, gawd. ... At least, not that kind.

[blackrthanblack]

Outside with benefits?

... You sure?

[pureplainpatron]

I. Think so, yes? Not sure what to make of 'with benefits' there.

Yes.

[blackrthanblack]

With benefits.

... hm.

[pureplainpatron]

What benefits?

...what're you thinking?

[blackrthanblack]

Benefits shaped like themselves.

Things that are stuff.

[pureplainpatron]

...you're being disturbingly vague on all fronts, love.