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2016: What I meant to say
Still indulging
Still closed up
Still doing this
Still promising improvement
Tempted by the fruit of another is squeezing in my head as we get this new year started. Boxers and a jersey suggest home wear now that treatment recommends bed rest. A little set back but under control. College bowl games and just enough FB peeks keep the wondering to a minimum setting the stage for true colors. Ready, set . . . . . There is no such thing as a true color is there. The desire to actually say something is greater than the confidence that the something is worth saying. // foghorn sounds.
Romance can't be easily subjugated. The pleasure of canoodling, the ROI of deep kissing is nearly unmatchable. It makes for effortless talking about something you like. That given, number 2 on the list of subjects preferred to expound upon is too conflicting, like pooping in front of a crowd. Every writing group has lapsed romantics that cling reflexively to not quite current arrousings. This keyboard is determined to avoid that trap.
Purging the bad habits demands energizing the dormant acuity. Energize and bed rest seem like a bad match. Calling out for the composing equivalent of battery cables to the testicles but stay clear of the clotrimazole.