You can't look into the sun without shielding your eyes. My retinas have been burnt out, and the visions replaced with distant echos. Wordless conversations become tactile declarations punctuated by contented sighs. I don't miss the words, necessarily. In my dreams, dialogue is scripted by my own subconscious. Silence is the reality. Besides, I
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I've added you by the way.
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Thank you for adding me, I'll do the same for you.
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I guess we'll have you doing voiceovers on mid-day info-mercials at least thirty years too early instead. The heavens (and those standing in line) will weep to see your face, accepting American Express, behind a $50 skin tightening kit.
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I can't believe I finally have the chance to see your show. Tonight, even. I'm in London for something I'm going to kiss off in a very early way. See you soon, then.
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It wasn't until just a few years ago, some friends and I decided to rent the video and watch it. It's still bad, but a good kind of bad, and I can appreciate it much more now. I love "I'm Alive" "Xanadu" and "Magic." I might even strap on my roller skates and glide around Trafalgar Square tonight.
I'm so glad you're in London! Please come see me! I need your support. If you're around, I'll definitely try and catch up with you before the show.
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Well, I'm not around immediately, but if I can meet up with you in about 30 minutes, I'll sneak backstage to have a chat before you kick me out. If I can't get past the oily bohunk security guards, then I'll just appreciate the show from the crowd.
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I'm not accessible at the moment, but I will be in just a few. I'll tell the security guard to keep an eye out for you.
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The morning after I lost my virginity, I had to go to the hospital for a scratched cornea.
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The blood curdling screams were my own. I didn't know it then, but he was the largest, ahem, so far. Blood was splashed everywhere! He had to take off the shirt he was wearing so that his mom wouldn't see it; it was so bad if I saw him wearing that shirt I would have thought he just murdered someone. I bled for days.
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My first night was a wild one, but not because of the sex, really. All I remember before it happened was that there was a party, a fist fight, the cops were called, my eye swelled up (still not sure how), looking oh-so-not-gorgeous when the time came, being completely blind in one eye the next morning, and going to the emergency room. That's a story for my grandkids.
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