My mind is the Air, something transient and intangible. My thoughts ethereal, with my guardian creative muse ever elusive. It's sometimes winsome, sometimes flaky, sometimes obstinate, but never subtle.
My spirit is the Water, fluid and graceful as it finds it’s own faith. Flowing and sinuous in it’s devotion to keeping my soul whole, it becomes
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[Soooooob. :-* Other forms? Thank jesus. I'll miss PJ like hell though.]
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[Haha, :-* I'll make you gay or I'll find you some other way. If nobody takes her I'll still be around now and then, either way I'll be stalking you in one form or another. ]
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[Haha, gay you say? Well then, we might have to talk sometime. Oh good.]
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[Although I'm the slackiest slackass ever to slack off, and I'm not around as much as I should be, I hate to see you go. You were a good'un.]
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[I love your journal and yes you should be around more! That's the slack calling the slack black or something. I gave it my best but it still doesn't feel like I am doing her justice. She needs to be a full-time devotion for someone.]
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[I'm bummed now especially since I'm less busy and going to get back to more regular updating! Damn. Figures! You are a great Polly Jean!]
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[I was wondering what happened to you. Like I said above, I'm here lurking and doing the monthly updates until I find someone to take her over.]
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