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Ay Hermosa! If we started this game with two hearts the capacity being five. How long would it be ‘fore we gained another? Or, more importantly, how long ‘til I gained your “aye”? Tell me clearly. Nidá! Wipe these squares of 64 to better discern. Let’s tentatively learn through timidly tipped lore. Revolving turn, building permits so that we may stake our claims in trust. I state my yield. Let liquid sprawlin’ ‘lone to dry. Later we’ll ‘light & ‘line, trim & tie still stiff pages. Aligning looping lines letterin’ weakness & source rubble another time from an agreed-upon mine. Affronting firmly, setting confidence ‘bout name and manner when thy wield. [E]rregardless of misaligned night sky. Audio or Visual? What type of tape would you pick to consume time while we wait and build. Pause. Is it your turn or mine? How will we handle business come even ground? Despite a cute askew sight-line. I wish to see from yours, though that only occurs after a discern-able-while. Before we get ahead and start furnishing tile. Please permit me to anoint and bless with mine-own reserve of thyme. Like those who built mile & mile of paved roads that surely surpassed their wiles. All to say rest, lounge awhile. Are you an avid tea drinker? Must we wary way of caffeine or do you like it strong, slow-diluted with cubes in a frozen state? Perhaps lighter? With milk or cream? Bíhwiil’aah. Surely in segmented, sequenced parts. Insinuating elation whilst we contrive. “Clink’o’cup-of-ch’il ahwééh”, nothing bougie yet a warmth you can’t ignore. Like a continued psalm in endless supply. Served sweetly with a smile. -119
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Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 10:36 AM UTC
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Ay Hermosa! If we started this game with two hearts the capacity being five. How long would it be ‘fore we gained another? Or, more importantly, how long ‘til I gained your “aye”? Tell me clearly. Nidá! Wipe these squares of 64 to better discern. Let’s tentatively learn through timidly tipped lore. Revolving turn, building permits so that we may stake our claims in trust. I state my yield. Let liquid sprawlin’ ‘lone to dry. Later we’ll ‘light & ‘line, trim & tie still stiff pages. Aligning looping lines letterin’ weakness & source rubble another time from an agreed-upon mine. Affronting firmly, setting confidence ‘bout name and manner when thy wield. [E]rregardless of misaligned night sky. Audio or Visual? What type of tape would you pick to consume time while we wait and build. Pause. Is it your turn or mine? How will we handle business come even ground? Despite a cute askew sight-line. I wish to see from yours, though that only occurs after a discern-able-while. Before we get ahead and start furnishing tile. Please permit me to anoint and bless with mine-own reserve of thyme. Like those who built mile & mile of paved roads that surely surpassed their wiles. All to say rest, lounge awhile. Are you an avid tea drinker? Must we wary way of caffeine or do you like it strong, slow-diluted with cubes in a frozen state? Perhaps lighter? With milk or cream? Bíhwiil’aah. Surely in segmented, sequenced parts. Insinuating elation whilst we contrive. “Clink’o’cup-of-ch’il ahwééh”, nothing bougie yet a warmth you can’t ignore. Like a continued psalm in endless supply. Served sweetly with a smile. -119
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Feb 14, 2026 at 10:36 AM UTC
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