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Why Can't You Be like Cyrano?

You quiet sumbitch.

Why can't you be like the commentators of this written spectacle?

Cyrano left me a comment and it was beautiful. I don't know who he is exactly, but his declaration of love was on point. Go to "Love Aloof" in the archives and read what he said.

You know what I got from you?

I got that we shouldn't do this and then a what do you think when I asked you what you thought.

what do I think?!


I'm operating on my 9 cloud like you wrote me a masterpiece but really I just said a bunch of extremely heartfelt words and you sort of kind of agreed. I think. Or you didn't disagree.


You're so goddamn quiet.

Don't be cruel; I really don't know exactly what it is you want from me but I'll tell you that all I want from you is a smile, and I'll do anything to get it.

A smile and your delicious dick.

It's like losing my virginity all over again but without the mess or the tears.

The tears will come later surely,

I feel them puckering

behind my eyes already.


  1. Sweet, do you the texts of french writer Marie-Laure Dagoit (Les éditions derrière la salle de bains). You must have a read.


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