My sweet, my adored Raynes Park heartachey Darling---why do you fuss and
fume with fonts and PerfectWord mechanistications when you have ME to reside
in?!

This little problem of how petcies see your illuminating and erect words is
of no significance when stacked up against my stackup. Therefore do not
concern yourself with it. It is the job of Vileboris to regularly
tail-sweep your keyboard as well as intuit Randolph's computeresed
admonitions, and himself (if vileboris is in fact a himself) type them for
you into your computer. It is really anyway, sweet Darlingkins, Vileboris's
computer. Those who think they Own a computer when they also Own a cat are
incorrect.

Every normal man regards his cat as he regards his woman, and you should
follow suit, my sweetums. We, well some of the more pulchitrudinously
delicious of us, females know that we possess the major attributes of cats
and racehorses. That is why gamblers on racehorses behave as cat owners.
Do I need to expain this further, dearest Elemental Man?

Well, then, ok, I will. Even as I type, millions are losing millions on the
horses bcuz they desperately bargain that they can foretell the behavior of
a horse. The desperate bettors calculate to a scintilla of a cathair the
horse's motive and its speed moving toward its realization. Ah, but they
will always be wrong, the silly bettors, won't they, bcuz horses (like cats
and Real Women) royally and with impunity shift their desires and therefore
motives with the speed of light, not just the speed of a racehorse. And
these horses have no reason (just that plain fact, first)---they have no
reason to mind the minds of men.

Indeed, does a boa constrictor wonder at the constellation of philosophy and
emotions of its prey? You may think I compare predators to cats, racehorses
and women, mayn't you? Hmmmm.........

I would suggest that if a man FEELS that he is prey, then, naturally, he is.
Otherwise---and all Real Women count on this---a man who feels that he is
blessed by the Universe and the Goddess thereof with the very Presence of a
cat, a racehorse, or a Genuine Woman----well, he is the partner, the favored
one, the ruler of his universe, his home and his bed (hmmmm, wonder why I
wrote that?).

Further forays into the underpinnings of men's relationships with cats,
horses and females are unnecessary. We are content to lend our
beauteousness to men. That is sufficient unto all and forever.

Now, in regard to tadpoles, my Most Embellished Alpha Male: why do you rip
my heart? My sweet grandtadpoles, my very core of love, can never be or
become the way you describe! oh dear. you cause me much pain and i rend
the remaining shreds of my soft and silky t-shirt! How can you cause me
such consternatory anguish? I must ask you to re-consider your viewpoint
about tadpoles. Oh do assure me that you can agree with me, or I will be
forced to withdraw from you in some Slight Way that may foretell a cooling
of our Relationship (women always talk about Relationships which is so
boring but there is no prime-r topic in life, is there?).

Oh, and your thought that we must go backchannel with our loving
interlocking messages SURELY cannot ring true with the truth! After all,
what do these messages contain and exemplify if not the Poetry of Our
Unrepentant and Fulfilled-in-Love souls?

What is poetry's mission, after all, my sweet Large One, but as guidepost to
the survival of the spirit? Nothing, no one, no time nor circumstance can
distance your spirit (and other things noteworthy about you) from my Way-
Overadequate self and spirit!

Your Rare Element, Your Gallium

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> Dear madam little tadpoles sometimes grow up into flesh tearing
> sharks-warning
> Thank you for your reticent emails such epistles from a damsel -damsel
> flies
> soon!
> Re 'what kinda cat is VB? I have no clear mind-view of VB?' here is not
> kind and no-one has a clear view only scars
> Re' where is Raynes Park? The one day I spent in the city you call
> London,
> I spent in bed,'tell us more about this day in bed?? Rpark is at the exaxt
> centre of the universe aleph?point
> Would answer more but am overcome
> Your -old P
> I had better reply next b/c we are straying from boring old poetry into
> the
> real world
>