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i stopped eating hotdogs years ago, but i still read noverili on occasion, i guess i like her zesty flavour - and i guess that i just don't know how it's made, but that's clipper ship talk, yo - i digest somehow, my system is a mess but it's so fascinating - why did i get so bent out of shape? well everything bends me out of shape, i'm malleable - i thought i would compare her posts to sausage factories in retaliation for her comparing mine to angsty drivel youth bloggers, but that's really not where i'm flowing right now - there will be time for petty vengeance later - i suppose there's a lot of time for petty vengeance in retirement when you've run out of useful things you can be bothered to say and do - the only pleasure, i would imagine, is in castigating this dopey generation i'm genetically parallel with for its addiction to multifaceted webhanced masturbation - i suppose i will take my turn if i ever reach that spoke in the wheel - i will be thrice bitten crone-wise and not shy

i don't think i'll ever find another - it seems silly to think of starting over - there was only one right person for me and she was wrong - it was perfectly perverse - nice while it lasted - i sort of knew what i had, i was happy to chafe, i grumbled about infidelity, amassed pornography, i was happy to chafe - i've gotten this far - i guess i've got some miles to go