Your Forward Déjà vu seems to be getting
more frequent my darling. Interesting. There
are so many peculiar rooms we are frequenting lately, it is quite awesome. So happy you liked the
previous posts. Funny, but I can distinctly remember you not being surprised at
the time that the leaf inside your envelope might
be in a million bits. Maybe it doesn’t take a genius to work out that a
leaf travelling halfway across the world might not arrive in one piece. But I do not doubt for one millisecond your
cognitive gifts.
I agree that time is curved. Well that’s
what Einstein reckoned and he knew his pommes. “Space and time can be pushed and pulled, stretched and warped by matter” – not often
you need to quote Einstein but I think he’s right ; )
Glad my What The Fuck Shirt remains imprinted on
your brain. A good friend of mine once summed up the pattern when he saw it.
“Oh. So you sold the caravan and kept the curtains?”
But once more you introduce me to new flavours, thank
you. NEVER heard of Easterween but I love that track! Very interesting indeed. That music does indeed fit the pictures,
perfectly. Which, incidentally weren’t taken on my phone but on a Leica X2
using an Elmarit
24 mm f/2.8 lens.
Joking.
They
were taken on my phone.
It
was Little Red Riding Hood who
prompted You to suddenly come rushing into my brain though. I was hoping you
were going to say that. Up until that point, I was merely perusing a stuffed
emu and no, you weren’t springing to mind viewing her. Thankfully. But yes. She
is little like you. Dark. Enchanted. I find that I want to run through her
forest.
That
is extraordinary that you found yourself nodding to questions in the here and
now whilst listening to those recordings of the past. That shows a real ability
to completely get into the zone. And yes, you could apply time zone to that
equation. And it made you cum at 7.54. It’s what I was saying yesterday on
Twitter about words still having the ability to set fires alight. Just
beautiful. Thank you my darling.
As
for the…. ‘I love You’ - I may not have heard it at the time but I know those
three little words of yours are inside me right now – as indeed my three little
words are inside you.
Our
spirits do indeed chat. Of that I’m sure. They often go out for coffee and
bitch about us. ‘He’s such a wanker sometimes isn’t he?’ ‘Oh my guh I wish
she’d stop going on about pretty shoes all the fucking time’ and ‘Why don’t
those two just get a room for fucks
sake’
Waves
over my slumbering form? I WAS aware of you all last night throughout sleep. I
was having conversations with you about this very blog.
I
dreamed that we were together in a nearby town, but I was over twelve feet tall. I had stilts on, but
you were convinced they were my real legs. Convinced. You kept feeling them and
going ‘No, they’re real’. We were in an antiques warehouse looking at stuff and
you were going, ‘What’s the price on the ticket right up there? Can you see
it?’ And I’d reach up and see for you. People were looking at us and saying
‘Gosh isn’t he tall’ and I was replying ‘Yes, but I’m on stilts’ but they
didn’t want to hear it.
Maybe
the moment I felt you cum was when I suddenly fell off the stilts. This woke me
up. I had such a smile on my face at the thought of this here odd dream.
So I would say, yes that was indeed the
‘rattling of your cumming’ xxx