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I am on fire. I am worn out. I don't know what to do about it anymore. I am on edge. I can't have needs. I can't have wants. I can't have expectations based on everyday conversations that mean something then nothing. I have needs. I want them met. I need too much. I am not the be all, end all, best of the freak show that deserves even the time of day. But of course I want more than the time of day. I wish reciprocation. I wish a desire. I wish for the promises put forth and not requested to reappear. I want to feed and be fed. Do I want this because I do or because it isn't there?
posted by Muss at 3:49 pm
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More clues?
I wrote this after I wrote the comment under Sunday Morning on your blog.
I wish I had that kind of intense relationship with my underwear. Or with yours.
The post isn't so much about the underwear as about the feelings brought out about thinking about why I like nice underwear and the frustration it caused me.
I think we have a similarly intense relationship with how you write about your underwear, then. If only my midget man could reach over the Atlantic and into Canada!
God damn intense underwear.
No, praise be to underwear; let us credit marvels - as Seamus Heaney once wrote, thinking of something quite different.
Finally, someone who understands about the possibilities of socks and underwear. I am thinking of posting my comment about socks and underwear on my site. Why not?
Yes. The world should know.
Done.
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