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I was talking to a former lover (her eyes not green like July) and I realized that I understand everyone except myself (and her, but more importantly myself). And, taking into account one of my many faux-losophies on life, this presents a paradox. It is impossible to know anyone fully if thine ownself is shrouded. Do I know you, or do I assume to know you? Just adding more fuel to the fire that is the quest for knowledge of the human spirit and all its nuggets.
Butt nugget is one of my favorite names to call someone.
Butt nugget is one of my favorite names to call someone.