April 16th, 2003 - 1:27 p.m.

In theory, everything works.

In insult, nothing is quite so bold as refusal of the stage to prop players for audience to catch a glimpse.

Simply because of say so, does not mean it ceases to exist.

In love, nothing is wrong.

Simply because all is fairness.

In sacrifice (not martyrdom) one ought lose nothing at all, by the end.

So do not ask.

In pleasurable peace, one only needs some one else in the room.

"But sometimes that someone is so hard to find," the ostrich runs, quoting, flapping.

My sentimentality is lost on toast. Be a darling, pass that tea, and let's watch a movie.

Need to momentarily forget that existence is reality. Need to melt into backdrop, cannot find, not even a sliver of a shadow.

So, not a sound, not a shudder, quiet, and come closer.

N.

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