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[unconcluded]

what a fine sunset here--melon and melancholy purple strips overlapping lapping lap up (or is it down?) and produce a thing... thing... what is that when our fruits become somber at 8 o'clock, fermented, possibly salem high school's rendition of grapejuice--'jesusjuice' as someone or severalones have said at lunchtime; a 'thing', like diverging

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[lillith__rising]

i particularly like the line about fruits becoming somber.

[_moratorium_]

she thinks she will be my pi and she is sorely incorrect

I like that line. I don't think I get it, but I like it.

[lillith__rising]

I know I don't get it.

Not that Cherri dearest ever responds to her comments in these things, but would you (Cherri, not Olivia) explain thyself?

[unconcluded]

... i'm not sure if i should respond now...

...

but thank you all for your comments

(i should like to elaborate in a space with less constraints ie movie night, as long is that is acceptable...)

[lillith__rising]

of course acceptable, dear