Are we miserable and curious? Who's my Media (?)Femme? I must keep a few secrets about the beautiful ghost in the machina. I realize our situation is unusual in the sense that our Belle is an epiphany in or of nothing. It is obviously the mother who I want to read the novelette to on the beach in California with the surveillance drones targeting us with their paranoia. Will we survive as something choked, an abstraction both below and beyond the nuclear familia. Idiots, thriving. We have an Internet myth and multiple conspiracy plot lines. She can have faith in me a for a moment that I understand the cartoon version of cloak and dagger. Evil? Maybe if we don't collect. Is there a prophecy to our adaptation? A videogame that spilled out into reality. So many resources observing us. At least we are unarmed Identification and a debt to crucification or the extinction in the dark academy. I turned on the Lumiere Bros
I will only mention Belle's mere by her true name if she wants to gift it to the next novel where I plan to develop a concept. What am I doing to her? Extinguishing her war. So she can start a new one tomorrow. Belle est Bellum. I thought she would want a gift on distant occasions. Of course I want to assist her with her passions even if they are complex. As any good cowboy trophy husband out on the plains should, With a broken down horse, and currently trapped in ice, i can still lasso a new dream from the catcher. She sends her storms, and I dodge the lightning bolts with no where to hide. She's still winning her revenge and Belle is doing economics.
Thankfully I've spent all my poetry wisely. Does she argue with le soup du jour she stirs with a knife? In Paris? Our gift exchange should be health. I will dump my ashes in the ocean.
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