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I have nothing to say believe me nothing to add to the world's routine and yet for the sake of the one who calls herself Candid I will try to conceive a baby with five fingers for each little hand a perfect poppie back from the slug's mire a thought my double wearing an unfamiliar mask I am not disappointed by this request I will do it to overcome my stress but do not expect anything worth recording since all my days and all my nights are nothing but a strive to sink into an inner song and be distracted from the thought that I am condemned yes I am condemned to bear my limits and be in flesh and bones a woman carrying her body around so that when on my tracks I always bump into a curious block a young man with longish hair smooth skin a doll so perfect in his white projects what point I am not going to talk of this I will just let you know how he looks like so far the guy has one leather jacket and one pair of shoes legs of a gru no good nobody would guess he is also man of science matter of fact his house of mature mellowness is all superfluous with traces of previous visitors a lover a despot an art designer but listen when you look for a direction through the body of an opponent Mio Dio this is not going to work and all I can do is to pay a price for my few goods so that satisfaction may come through sweet eyes sharp mouths and add a micro pleasure to an acute desire he thinks it's a sad when you learn that nobody is going to care about what you do and whether early or late when you go home and find nobody you wish a lady's charity to sooth your sorrow of course a comedy I serve my office I say I do my service I am not a nun whose irregularities would pervert an entire convent you know better than me not all is Candid see what comes next my friend you who arranged for us to write under the imperative of flesh and its barometers lady of my soul my dearest adorn your brain and be impassable when you will listen to this man's coarse language, possibly a gift granted every two months about the same amount. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%