Not bad at all.
My type of vents just get me called a psychopath. But Ann Rice can write about horrors of monstrosities and it's a number on book seller. Go figure.

Anyhow stay venting. It's great.

No the keyboard, is in your memory ,if at all they fade away, ironically not before your very eyes.

Graham would think. " Some day in Europe, cell phones w/cameras will be used , then outlawed."

Beautiful

Very sweet

She is happy.

Beautiful

I do love green eyes.

Written by Anonymous poet:

Love means something more.
Something we can't yet understand.
Maybe it's some kind of evidence, some kind of artifact of a higher dimension.
That we can't conciously perceive.
People are drawn to others they've never seen before.
Love is the one thing that we are capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time & space.
Maybe we should trust love.
Even if we can't understand it.
Love isn't something , we invented.
Love is.
Observable.
Powerful.

We love people who have died. Still.

It is extremely rare.

One word for you.


Neuroplasticity.

I have pierced 4 billion times, towards the nite sky.
In a matter of a few seconds, felt a love sublime.
They only see what's in front of them.
Incomprehensible is a matter of time...

That counts me out as well.

Write the words a woman would love.

Maybe their out dating. While we are reading.

Good luck w/ that request

What do you consider real?

Perhaps your location? I live around (conservative) men who will kiss you, then try to make you feel guilty about it. Then they pull a Freudian move, & try too have you believe it was your ideas to kiss him.