may the social sphere be elastic, i wished, and expand without cracking and breaking off, falling like an icicle and killing me where I stand.
in the meanwhile i got my couple hours a day good medicine in writing my book, my blog, and making out with words.
the tongue kissing was the best part and the audience swooned by the character studies i inhabited.
inhibitions were wall flowers to our garden variety virtual open microphone affairs.
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