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/                    o    o   o(h)     my catherine! and how the **** did this happen?    walking to an off-lice, allowing about three people to exit,      and then she pops - right into my face...     i'm like: huh?!     and she starts talking to me, uninhibited (since she's tipsy) - i really don't have the language to explain in detail what happened next... i was looking at a woman, but i was walking around in a museum,    as she showed off her piercing and       tattoos... she asked me if i minded, i said now,    and spoke of the sensitivity zeitgeist currently gripping the mob... clearly an opening line with can i touch your beard? sure. so i extended my index and pinky finger while she showed me her blatantly (i.e. in summer shorts) exposed legs - as we talked and i measured something obscure...     the eye caught my attention given the intricate detailing of it on her: skin -    almost...             dispossessing her of a body... hence: like i already said - i was looking at a woman's body... but i was walking inside a museum... some madman in the background was shouting slur words coinciding with filth!             so i asked her to follow my eyes in a language that reiterated: don't mind the white noise... and as her female friends implored her to come with them,    i reiterated their plea with a single finger raised to the air -    one more instance...       how often... can you actually part with an absolute stranger,    having kissed their hand goodbye, and later their forehead? i thought she would know how eastern europeans do... the "french thing"... a man has the obligation to kiss a woman's hand -     why are these english women    adamant to make a similar gesture?! catherine didn't steal my heart: she stole my gesture!                a woman isn't supposed to kiss a man's hand!    a man is supposed to kiss a woman's hand! no wonder i retaliated   by gently grabbing her head and kissing her forehead...    it's not a ******* two way street    within the confines of kissing a hand! and if it is?      **** that's dog talk: don't bite the hand that feeds?!            what did i do afterwards?    bought two belgian beauties   (leffe)     and went into a darkened field, just beside a curated    example of what a forest might be...                    in a perfurmery of wheat, freshly cut crass                                and horseshit...     farted into the earth, akimbo poised, drank the belgian beauties           (anno domini 1240)...                 slept for an hour,              woke up, and wrote this.
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Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 10:00 PM UTC
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/                    o    o   o(h)     my catherine! and how the **** did this happen?    walking to an off-lice, allowing about three people to exit,      and then she pops - right into my face...     i'm like: huh?!     and she starts talking to me, uninhibited (since she's tipsy) - i really don't have the language to explain in detail what happened next... i was looking at a woman, but i was walking around in a museum,    as she showed off her piercing and       tattoos... she asked me if i minded, i said now,    and spoke of the sensitivity zeitgeist currently gripping the mob... clearly an opening line with can i touch your beard? sure. so i extended my index and pinky finger while she showed me her blatantly (i.e. in summer shorts) exposed legs - as we talked and i measured something obscure...     the eye caught my attention given the intricate detailing of it on her: skin -    almost...             dispossessing her of a body... hence: like i already said - i was looking at a woman's body... but i was walking inside a museum... some madman in the background was shouting slur words coinciding with filth!             so i asked her to follow my eyes in a language that reiterated: don't mind the white noise... and as her female friends implored her to come with them,    i reiterated their plea with a single finger raised to the air -    one more instance...       how often... can you actually part with an absolute stranger,    having kissed their hand goodbye, and later their forehead? i thought she would know how eastern europeans do... the "french thing"... a man has the obligation to kiss a woman's hand -     why are these english women    adamant to make a similar gesture?! catherine didn't steal my heart: she stole my gesture!                a woman isn't supposed to kiss a man's hand!    a man is supposed to kiss a woman's hand! no wonder i retaliated   by gently grabbing her head and kissing her forehead...    it's not a ******* two way street    within the confines of kissing a hand! and if it is?      **** that's dog talk: don't bite the hand that feeds?!            what did i do afterwards?    bought two belgian beauties   (leffe)     and went into a darkened field, just beside a curated    example of what a forest might be...                    in a perfurmery of wheat, freshly cut crass                                and horseshit...     farted into the earth, akimbo poised, drank the belgian beauties           (anno domini 1240)...                 slept for an hour,              woke up, and wrote this.
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