Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html AAAhhh… Don’t metaphor me, my Love…you don’t want to talk with me… Kisses, again…wish me a good, turbulent night, my Love… Down on that line of candor…infinite ecstasy…I love you, ungrateful Aussie… Call me, my Love…I will describe the process in detail… OOOh, mon amour…kisses… What details, my Love? It’s 10 pm…if I don’t fall asleep now, I’ll fool around until 1-2 am… I”m sleeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…hugging your thighs…arranging the curls…immersion in your eyes… What ‘Why?’, my Love? Why to talk to me? Really? Our fridges have melted long time ago, my Love…you could try with pigeons post but phone/ email are faster, my Love… Of course, for my sweet Aussie it’s just another festival… All off, hugging the whole sweet, originally cruel Aussie, crazy florals, The Great Climb-ing…The Pulse…lost on you… Loving you online…lily-fondles, hungry tulips… Focus booth Decoding… OOOh, my Love…can you just give me a honest answer? And this leads me to the next feeling: that you will never talk to me… You, most beloved…as happy as I was when I ‘found’ you, I feel just as hopeless when I think that if it had been up to you, I would never have known who you are… Deep intrusion, kisses on the swan lines, lilies on the Gems…arranging those curls…slipping…hugging the thighs, immersion in the Valley…promenade with kisses up to the Bazaar…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…The Pulse…forced landing…fire He’s making fun of me…rain of trumpets, sweets and scandal…lost…tulip-capture… Curls…if there are no doors what kind of barriers am I facing, my Love? Mental, emotional, The Great Aussie Ego? Sweet Aussie is using again my metaphors to justify the ghosting…’There are no doors…’ My Love…you could make a bit more effort to entertain me – than 3-4 vars… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeeere The Original should sleep… I’ll be back at 9 pm…deep intrusion…I love you I can’t stay now, I came to check on the higgledy-piggledy Aussie, and to lily the Aussie… When do you sleep, my Love? Please be careful especially with your motorbike…don’t ride it after a sleepless night… I know, my Love, it’s because of the supplements…hugging The Path, seizing the Hills…kisses on the Lilies Road, seizing The Great Sweetness, lily-love, vampire tulips…The Pulse…lost in you Todaaay is Saturday, you should have slept more, my Love… A lily on his head I love you, c’est tout…no Why-s. What ‘Why?’, my Love? Don’t start again… I have to go, my most beloved and goooood and cruel…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…try to have enough sleep, I’ll dream as usual…hold the board… I always have to bend… Lazy Aussie…can’t you stand, my Love? lily-love, hungry tulips, The Great Climb-ing…infinite ecstasy… Back to my preferred…peony-cuddle, vampire tulips…fire Hugging the whole sweet, stubborn, cruel Aussie…all off…kisses on the Bells Road, down on the Dimples, down on the Hills…detour on the hips…turning the aussie…rain of trumpets in the Valley, up to the Bazaar…seizing all the sweets…lily-storm, hungry tulips…forced landing…lost on you… I’m back, my Love… Gimme 10 min, my Love The Great Sweetness in the Focus Booth… What’s in that stubborn mind of yours? How was your day, my Love? How is your heart, your soul? EEEverybody is submersing…trumpets and lilies on The Path…seizing the Hills…vampire tulips…The Pulse…fire…emergency turn… Are you here/ there, my goooood Aussie? Anything else, my Love? My sweet Aussie is goooood…what does this mean, my Love? Will you call me? Noooo…I don’t invade the Aussie…I’ll write, you’ll click until the end of time… My Love, I’m heeeeeeeere Home Attack…all off…now you can speak…I love you