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The failed seduction by drunken discussion and skunk fueled consumption, leads to a compunction dysfunction suspended in animation the digital tides of expulsion catapult me into a an eschewing propulsion and the limitations of re-imagination. As far as I was aware I was imprisoned in nothing more than the realms of Skype and FourSquare but for the Feng Shui of trapped energies and google-mapped memories adorning the locations of complacent hallucinations amid the dark fibre communications with a female of Nordic persuasion. The compliments and comments and poems I sent were lost to the myriad of random intent I was attempting to be clever and metaphysical she on the other hand was PHD level and psychoanalytical ergo my metrical composition was utterly lost in a conversation on metaphorical reproduction and the magic and mysteries of osmosis and the application of modification by transduction. The moral of this tale - if indeed there is one - is if you are going to Skype with a mentally superior type do not before hand have a blistering smouldering grass pipe with a flagon of ale lest you be a gibbering earthling destined to fail.
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Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
Failed Seduction by Drunken Discussion
The failed seduction by drunken discussion and skunk fueled consumption, leads to a compunction dysfunction suspended in animation the digital tides of expulsion catapult me into a an eschewing propulsion and the limitations of re-imagination. As far as I was aware I was imprisoned in nothing more than the realms of Skype and FourSquare but for the Feng Shui of trapped energies and google-mapped memories adorning the locations of complacent hallucinations amid the dark fibre communications with a female of Nordic persuasion. The compliments and comments and poems I sent were lost to the myriad of random intent I was attempting to be clever and metaphysical she on the other hand was PHD level and psychoanalytical ergo my metrical composition was utterly lost in a conversation on metaphorical reproduction and the magic and mysteries of osmosis and the application of modification by transduction. The moral of this tale - if indeed there is one - is if you are going to Skype with a mentally superior type do not before hand have a blistering smouldering grass pipe with a flagon of ale lest you be a gibbering earthling destined to fail.
DBeard
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Scottish
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
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