Nothing. How can you comment on nothing? the only appropriate response to nothing is nothing, so this is already way out of line. But more nothing would've just been redundant, so I had to say something. yet I still leave this blank space with a disjunct feeling. Someone may, if they so wish, restore balance and order to this space. In fact, consider this a solicitation of such equilibrium: What weighs the same as nothing? The sound of silence, the smell of wind,
Nothing. How can you comment on nothing? the only appropriate response to nothing is nothing, so this is already way out of line. But more nothing would've just been redundant, so I had to say something. yet I still leave this blank space with a disjunct feeling. Someone may, if they so wish, restore balance and order to this space. In fact, consider this a solicitation of such equilibrium: What weighs the same as nothing? The sound of silence, the smell of wind, the taste of water? What do you think?
Hey, kiddo. I love the random references to your amygdala.....how about your limbic processes?? glad to hear that you are chipping away at the American stereotype by being yourself with a Mexican flavor... albeit banana flavored. The ambient flavor of the day here is rutabaga....with a slight peppermint overlay; satisfying in a substantive way with a zesty finish. Will email you other news in another venue. Love ya...take care of your poorly shorn self. Tu Mama
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Nothing. How can you comment on nothing? the only appropriate response to nothing is nothing, so this is already way out of line. But more nothing would've just been redundant, so I had to say something. yet I still leave this blank space with a disjunct feeling. Someone may, if they so wish, restore balance and order to this space. In fact, consider this a solicitation of such equilibrium: What weighs the same as nothing? The sound of silence, the smell of wind,
Nothing. How can you comment on nothing? the only appropriate response to nothing is nothing, so this is already way out of line. But more nothing would've just been redundant, so I had to say something. yet I still leave this blank space with a disjunct feeling. Someone may, if they so wish, restore balance and order to this space. In fact, consider this a solicitation of such equilibrium: What weighs the same as nothing? The sound of silence, the smell of wind, the taste of water? What do you think?
Hey, kiddo.
I love the random references to your amygdala.....how about your limbic processes??
glad to hear that you are chipping away at the American stereotype by being yourself with a Mexican flavor... albeit banana flavored.
The ambient flavor of the day here is rutabaga....with a slight peppermint overlay; satisfying in a substantive way with a zesty finish.
Will email you other news in another venue.
Love ya...take care of your poorly shorn self.
Tu Mama
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