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I love natalie, because I never see her unless I don't intend to; whenever we make plans one of us will break them, so I run into to her always by chance, on that iron horse, el autobus. she was telling me of some cult classic VHS she bought, something about frogs in ballet skirts or ballet dancers kissing frogs and chubby queens and other things that seemed intrinsically linked to an acid trip. then about a documentary regarding the apocalypse, which was inspiring, especially when she looked me in the eye like she was going to confess her recent discovery of melanoma but instead said to me "I really believe this is going on right now". "really?...no hope that things will get better eh?" "*shakes head*, I think things are going to get a lot worse, but it wont be just humans..mother nature is going to fight back, with hurricanes, and earthquakes...." which transitioned nicely into a very Hindu discourse about life collapsing, lingering in darkness, and being restored, and finally topped of with a bit about how she asked, no one in particular, the empty space I suppose, to be forewarned of a coming earthquake, and woke up in the middle of the night a few minutes before we had a 4 point something. It's not that I don't really enjoy her company, but if all I get are terribly isolated incidents involving either: A. both of us telling each other how much we should hang out, and it never happening, or B. talking about weird ass cult classic films, or, my favorite, that dark edict of the destruction and reincarnation of existence, I just don't know how the hell we'd ever relate to each other. nevertheless, I'm still drawn to her like a magnet. and although she eats meat, she does a lot of drugs. The latter, thanks to some weird ass programming in my brain, is extremely more bearable than the former.