Tonight the elevator doors opened and a man greeted me cheerfully and asked where I had been. He hadn't seen me in so long, as he tells me. Odd, I don't remember him at all. I'm sure we've never had a conversation. No one notices me anyway. Why should he? Will I have to start taking the stairs if total strangers decide they can speak to me in
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Now that we live on the 9th floor, I can't quite bring myself to taking the stairs. Instead, I wait until I can safely take the elevator alone. I particularly hate it when people speak to me on the elevator, as I can't really deal with the obligation of responding.
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I hope you're feeling somewhat better by the way. And sorry for the bitchy comment last night. After listening to the latest work in progress, which I can understand is a return to your "roots" if you will, the comment regarding prancing sexy vampires licking each other made my blood boil for some reason. It was a comment that smacked of something from a "my little pony tries to prove its sexual kink". I found it to be truly worth the effort of spewing to rid myself of its pathetic attempt at arousal.
Your musical work shows power and thought. There is always an interesting dialectic which juxtaposes heat and intellect which is the basis for an interesting conflict. The "prancing" bit seemed trivial and posing and therefore slighting in its inadequacy.
But hey, that's just my opinion. What do I know?
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