“Please please come for New Year’s Eve! Promise me.” After so many such years of sarcasm and meanness diluted with loverly kindness, I still get confused about who is genuine, no, whom is genuine. Spose to accept the love but conservative inside the hippie. Mistrustful for a reason, cynical for logical reasons. We know better later in life but do we? An I second guessing the lovely bones that intertwine woth my desolate cold? Boney M, skeleton crew dance festivus. Learn to trust in bs turf . 

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