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King Zulu - 2005-08-06 07:26:48
Really? It bothers you when I don�t say good bye? Yeah,well,ok,then I should do that. I�m like exhausted with caring. It�s clear to me that I come back tomorrow,so I think yeah whatever. You know,I always think it doesn�t do anything. I also think my love doesn�t do anything anyway,I guess. Like,WHY does it bother you? That would be interesting. I�m always thinking,I�m like so sure that you don�t care what I say anyway,that you don�t take it for real. I mean,that could be my very own perception,and has nothing to do with you. Well,I think bottom line is:I don�t mind doing things for you you like,but you have to say it explicitly,it�s just,even now when you kind of say it,I�m thinking:pff,he doesn�t mean it. He isn�t sure of what he wants and needs. I mean,I don�t know,it just doesn�t seem necessary to talk to you in person. You know,I mean,if you want something then you change something about it,you know,tell me,but the problem is also that I really don�t believe you anything! Also now when you say that,I think:yeah,whatever,he is just kind of having a thought-you know,it seems temporary. It wouldn�t be a problem to tell you good bye or good night,but:your plead doesn�t sound real to me,you know? It seems unnecessary to me-and you also don�t-I don�t feel you at all. I don�t feel you.
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King Zulu - 2005-08-06 07:31:00
And why do I bother talking to you.........yeah,well,that�s a surprise for me,but,it turns out,it looks like to me:It IS your penis.And stuff. Like,the thought of it comforts me so much,you know. It�s like the one thing that lifts me up,you know,that makes me de-angry-fy. Uhm. That comforts me and makes things up to me,you know? Maybe you could talk about that thing more. From what it looks like to me now,it is that what I want,that is the reason why I like you,it seems like. Weird,huh. I also thought it�d be something more sophisticated. But apparently,not.
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