Saturday, July 25, 2009

Nocturnal Segue Addressed

A bit of a respite after a casual night on the neighborhood.

The DBacks didn't look too good and an erstwhile friend is scarce; there's no denying that the obstructors are becoming morose and I'm ready to make another one in a heartbeat. For all I know she's not the sort to have a civil conversation but depends upon atmospherics and being yammered. Whether that's ascertained is invariably a matter of denying the obvious. I figure she, like most women, is more apt to garner prattle than get it from the horse's mouth in privacy, but they don't respect that and often prefer to count coup under the illusion that somebody's eating their widdle heart out. Excuse me while I check with Sam Hill on that improbability. They'll always look for the easy out and want proof of some pathetic discombobbled crassness.

Well, I'm recharging the battery to get back out momentarily in order to post the subsequent, which will appear upsequent - a fine time with some old standbys. Oh yeah, don't get around much anymore. Easy enough to finesse that. Double standards? Une pièce de résistance d'un homme sociable et moelleux à négocier fermement... avec une paire. Otherwise, a complete waste of good will.


Difficult relating to strangers how many bodies I've coordinated with.
Better that strangers butt out of my business as the world turns.
Another thing coming, they get - and how.
I'm used to it - they're grasping. I'm at liberty.

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