Let me be clear - she is not talking about me:
Met him on a Thursday
Sunny afternoon Cumulus clouds, 84 degrees
He was brown, deep
Said he wanted to talk about my mission
Listen to my past lives
Took me on long walks to places where butterflies rest easy
Talked about Moses and Mumia
Reparations,...
O.K. - I'd had enough. Reparations? Good luck with that. And she's bright enough to know the difference between clouds, but not between bullshit, like past lives and reality. Incredible.
But people still wonder why I'm not looking for a relationship - listen:
If long afternoons, discussing nonsense, turns women on - I'll leave 'em "off"...
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