maybe you wanted it, maybe you didn't; to split. i tried to keep my hopes hidden, for a thoughtful misfit, and a dancer from britain, to just admit it. but it seemed so forbidden. and now they're both sad hypocrites, so it's been coincidentally omitted. so i'm done with it, for the sake of the ransacked musings on stagnation, the hex-codes, and the hopes of damnation. the things i miss most, are simply our conversations. ~