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I've never been all that big of a fan of America, yet New York City has this incomprehensible draw on me. The design I'm well aware of: balled up memories comprised of electricity that make the hairs on my arms and neck stand on end. It's not typical that I'm unnerved; therefore I find it oddly exhilarating. And every time we're together in this city anew, we are infants with sucking, salivating mouths on a swelled, abundant breast.
Little thought went into the trip, despite the limited time of my stay. And even despite my loathing of City of Angels where John's services were required and where our journey was to begin. Have no fear, I put his services thereafter to good use as well, even if he was sound asleep and my body was conscious and undulating. Those little bottles of lotion that come with hotel rooms are rather handy.
Life in London was happy for our odd family of three, so happy that it was becoming nauseating. Something needed to be done about the rut we found ourselves in. I still miss Emily terribly, though, and feel guilty in denying her not one caretaker but two. Of course she understands better than anyone else in this world - oddly enough - and insists she's fine and merely wants for us to be happy. She actually said us and not just me which left me breathless and near heaving after we said our goodbyes.
Now, hues are slipping back into the empty colour-by-number picture of the world. John always insists that he compose his own colour scheme than follow any provided directions. And that suits me perfectly.
Little thought went into the trip, despite the limited time of my stay. And even despite my loathing of City of Angels where John's services were required and where our journey was to begin. Have no fear, I put his services thereafter to good use as well, even if he was sound asleep and my body was conscious and undulating. Those little bottles of lotion that come with hotel rooms are rather handy.
Life in London was happy for our odd family of three, so happy that it was becoming nauseating. Something needed to be done about the rut we found ourselves in. I still miss Emily terribly, though, and feel guilty in denying her not one caretaker but two. Of course she understands better than anyone else in this world - oddly enough - and insists she's fine and merely wants for us to be happy. She actually said us and not just me which left me breathless and near heaving after we said our goodbyes.
Now, hues are slipping back into the empty colour-by-number picture of the world. John always insists that he compose his own colour scheme than follow any provided directions. And that suits me perfectly.