Here I am at 2:01 AM, after having gone to bed around 10PM.
'BROWNE & SEGER' keeps replaying in my head, and I can't not talk to you.
-- Where are you going to be when the sun comes up? Doing what, ...yeah even the boring details. Are you eating well; -- who is looking after you -- yeah, I know who you are and that you don't need a minder or manager -- I mean who is looking after your happiness?
I'm not sure if you ever have had a friend in a lover who is also a mom, but not a lecture-based, need something from you, courtier.
-- I know I never have. I've only taken care of my gals, (and on the rare occasion I had a fella', :-struggled with them in their assigned 'sit there and look pretty' or 'be my kids' mom' thing -- neither of those worked out well; both of those ended tragically, in fact).
-- No. My gals, though, we had breakthroughs.
Left them better, and me more experienced without a sense of diminishment, -save perhaps some cash or a car for the hundreds of miles I'd log to drive back-and-forth in a single day sometimes, just to mend a boo-boo, or bolster a bruised ego of a frightened chick who was realising she wasn't into women, but rather, gay guys -- oh, Love, I get all sorts who think of me as some sort of test-strip for their personal flavour of Litmus test. That one, let's call her Aryn, had been lied-to her whole life about her sex, and was very messed-up when I revealed to her that she was, in fact, born Intersex. That one was a 'Charlie Foxtrot' to put things mildly...
-- I know I never have. I've only taken care of my gals, (and on the rare occasion I had a fella', :-struggled with them in their assigned 'sit there and look pretty' or 'be my kids' mom' thing -- neither of those worked out well; both of those ended tragically, in fact).
-- No. My gals, though, we had breakthroughs.
Left them better, and me more experienced without a sense of diminishment, -save perhaps some cash or a car for the hundreds of miles I'd log to drive back-and-forth in a single day sometimes, just to mend a boo-boo, or bolster a bruised ego of a frightened chick who was realising she wasn't into women, but rather, gay guys -- oh, Love, I get all sorts who think of me as some sort of test-strip for their personal flavour of Litmus test. That one, let's call her Aryn, had been lied-to her whole life about her sex, and was very messed-up when I revealed to her that she was, in fact, born Intersex. That one was a 'Charlie Foxtrot' to put things mildly...
So, my Black Flame, companion to, the Red Reign.
Have a good day, My Lady.
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