Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html You know that I love you and you take advantage… What happens if I leave The Library? It’s over? Why don’t you text/ call me? Ach so…The Fridge…how convenient, my Love…I served you with the metaphors to justitfy and ideologize the plain “No”. What plans you need to make a call, my Love? A serious answer, my Love…many times you also suffer from click-fatigue…why are you here, then? What do you hope, want for us? I need an answer, my Love… To what end is this Library love, my Aussie? Basically you don’t want any kind of connection with me outside of The Library, my Love… Don’t ‘festival’ me, my Love…why it’s so hard to talk to me? Not to travel to see me, not anything else, just to talk to me? The ‘All or Nothing’ Aussie…I give you the ‘All’ you give me the ‘Nothing’ – and you close me off even from that colorful ‘Nothing’ called IM… My Love…I ask again: what is this ‘I was naive to think that the war would end soon…’ thing? What war? Is this about me checking on your account? For the shadow of contact/ breadcrumbs of connection? Did my Aussie sleep? Or fooled around in The Library? My most beloved… Curls… I have to go, my Love…I’m sorry, I’m now running late…another Powerpoint day…I’ll be back at 3 pm…until then…you should sleep…I will dream in between 2 powerpoints… On the thighs, up to the Bazaar…lily-love, hungry tulips…forced landing…fire… Deep intrusion, storm in the curls…slipping with crazy florals…arch-cuddle, forced landing…lost on you Kisses on the hips, detour on the Lilies Road…slipping on the lines of candor…sweets and scandal, lily-stor…tulip-love…infinite desire…WWWhen? Mine Because the premier plan of The Path? I will not delete it… Because I checked your account? I do it almost every day…because of the latest photo? I downloaded from IM directly, I didn’t check who re-post it…because of The Beards…infinite laughs… Why the ‘Impertinent chicken’, my Love? My Love, I’m sooooorry, turbulent night, hectic morning… I love you Kisses… Silence and lilies on the Path…silence? AAAhhh… So, my most beloved…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…I’ll eat the Aussie, again and again… Another imbecile molly called me when I was in Erlangen, knowing that I recommended the small German company…she asked me why…I told her…she couldn’t debate my factual arguments…so she said: ‘But they are so rigid…’ I almost said: “I like rigid”. I bit my tongue…infinite laughs… I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love…airports and business hotels are exhausting…and next Sunday I have to go again to Erlangen for 4 days…this time I booked an old style hotel…Stadthaus… Eating the Aussie…oppression, the path on The Path…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing… Where are the ‘Days’? 9,000 miles away… WWWhere is The Great Sweetness? Full… Curls and The Beards… You, most beloved…you don’t let me in… Turned What is my Love doing now? The Beauty, The Hunger and The Melancholy…deep intrusion On the thighs, in between…celestial perspective…seizing the Hills, hugging The Path…holding The Great Sweetness…Big Scandal, infinite sweetness…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…The Pulse…lost underneath…must arrange those golden curls…fire How is your day, my Love? A trumpet in the middle…slipping on the lilies Road, detour on the lines of candor…lily-storm, hungry tulips…AAAhhh…fire Festivals all day long, my Love…anything productive? I don’t like the expression “making love”…it sounds like a manufacturing process… Loving you… All off…lily-storm, forced landing…now you can arrange those curls… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…think and try to take me seriously…kisses My sweet Aussie is having fun with my posts…what is the “I was naive…” about, my Love? My Love, I’m heeeeeeere I Love you…c’est tout… This “silence” thing, my Love… Home