On Mon, 21 Jan 2002 22:17:06 -0000, domfox <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
what am I
>doing when I pluck out my eye and give it to you? Or if that seems too
much
>like a sick joke ...
Dom
In the long run, these words produce in me delight.
I have no querel with what Dom says, I seem to agree.
Completely.
... therefore I feel I have something to do with his theories,
his suggestions…
I am not too busy tonight to find faults with what people say.
How did it end, this shivering of mine, at Dom’s words?
It’s a mistery…
What do I mean?
It is a mistery…
I am forcing you, I am getting you swallowing this allusion.
I am making you thinking to something.
I am keeping you busy.
Where will it end, this story?
As an example, it could end at the very end.
I am about to talk, you are about to listen.
I am sure we are understanding each other….
The situation leaves to be desired:
Nothing to say?
Nothing to add?
Do not fail to come to me.
Which means?
- We will see…
- I feel like waiting...
Erminia
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