Just an usual lazy-mode play, as I sat before this site of wondrous, happy-to-write, chuckled long and deep, wormed through acclaims' poets; I find you from nowhere as I did truly forgot how I got you on my screen, in my likes, in my mind, sane side of it all, for all you wrote was sour ***, bitter *** and your happy ones, with clever words that mostly swore. If I were a moody Sylvia head, you are, sure, a shady Ted. I fess I must leave sooner or else I will pucker too much and drop my tongue down your throat but I had my chastity, I remember having it last night, honey; so I shall prep for a hot water bath and wear it all over again but you may have to sleep with all but one less lover girl.