greetings from Venus you said.
loser in a contest with your ambitions.
weirder things have happened though.
seasons greeting were never as bright you know. where have most of the roses on your feathered hat wandered?
great, marooned we are, indeed congested in traffic like most
angels are.
my worries now lie in the hands of the beholder
life can't get less complicated as a result. foreseen are soothing times when the bottom of the barrel is picked clean.
like a mountain when it's snowing be one with the ice, cold shoulders, cold feet, frostbite is the next step.
warmth bears less burdens
but the closer you get to anything be it hot or cold.
burned is the flesh of intimacy
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