FACT #318 ABOUT ME: I fantasize about having deep, fulfilling conversations with women.
Given my tender yellow isolation, the prospect of communicating with another is a magnificent horror. To speak with a girl is both treasured and feared for though I do adore the the time in talk I spit the syllables with trepidation, every utterance a calculated hop to not land on and fall through the tricky dummy tile into lava. When I speak to these phantom chicks (looking out into beautiful eyes of empty space) before me there is no lava to fear falling into, nope.
It's just me and the girl talking about how great things are
how great she be
and how it's nice to know her, aye?
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