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Double double toil(boil)? and trouble mentioned somewhere else have bits will travel. a sec.
Ok: dancing (waltzing) with the thin man.
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but not another , reeejectiin?
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the Shushes be likeā¦
Rejectionā¦ making the unfeeling, feeling again? 
If my āmutualā crush [whoās name begins with I] came to visit, Iād be very very happy indeed, about itā¦ no double-rejection necessary.
You are an exception, Maggy, to Mr you go back to an earlier Maggy, (Cassidy), forgive the vague etymologically redux to an earlier time, but I do not know who it is that would be welcomed by open arms,
It is difficult to realize a comparison , or a representation with only heresay having at oneās disposal, but in any case, the wideness of familiarity reduces that difference between differences of acquaintance to more and more generally perceived degrees of recognition.
For me such closeness, came to occur by reason of an deus ex machina intercession, an intercession that required a double visioned bargain , of the Faustian kind, where good hearted intentions geared toward the most sublimely general good will (hunting) reduced to the game of haunting , releasing the enormity below the level of such reductionās dynamic and not visible symmetry.
That the hidden is far more weight over the exposed, has tot to be intuited, rather than schematically filling up the produced holes, for in construction, the holes appear insignificant when intending for the common good.
Retroactivaly , the wholes become larger, and cross wired to the extent that more and more artificiality is needed to fill them up along the way, and this is why and I am guessing, you forget the reason(s) which caused parting in the first place. Generally one does not see or rather, feel the bad times, to remember them, so sure it seem rejection is way far off, like looking with a telescope ryhrough the other intended side.
With me this is true as well, except I never ever was able to look through the telescope except by looking through the wrong end, which I believed was the right end, militarizing object to bare recognition of the detail of their representation, therefore the warning came way after that deal:
āWatch āOUTā what you wish for.
Nowedays such stress and storm has created that Deus to actually save my behind, because such ignorance may not offer bliss, it does really ward off recollection, for the Collector IS blind sighted, IT cannot pinpoint the pointillistic ally manufactured defense for representing an axiomatic will, from those that Nature condemns/grants one with.
Love conquers It. and iIT is that what is called āLoveā that the objects of determined intention is concerned above all else.
I am was meant to be a social hermit, and thank god, It is revered to recognizable group, pitted against each other by the sublest addition of measured wights. In fact the addition of the very smallest conceivable weight approaching nihil, can turn up side down upon its very apex.
That such asymmetry presents a problem is irrefutable.
Forgive the rambling for it may well be true that it doesenāt belong to philosophy, but here where representation can be allowed by the understood means of poetic freedom, the use of far flung analogies, parables,nothing can be excluded fro the collection, even those bits that generates specks of light, which like fireflies are drawn toward their source.
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Oh no Meno, I know exactly what Iām wishing for and wantā¦ with all my heart.
Converging? LOL
behave yourselfves
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I guess someone thinks Iām talking solely in sexual termsā¦ 
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Remember thatā¦ 
Youāre not talking solely in sexual terms? Then it is in addition to what?
I am way too tired to even process information right now.
All I know is that meno is apparently married. and he says all sorts of stuff to folks that, if I was the wife of anyone who said them, I would find objectionable.
And it kind of feels like you encourage it.
If you are even two different people.
I hope neither of you ends up breaking the otherās heart. Including his wife Shirley, Cheryl, Sharon, or whatever her name isā¦or their names are.
But this goes all the way back to when I used to say I never understood a word he said, and you would say you understood him just fine.
So perhaps this is just one big misunderstanding.
ā¦but I will end with this quote from a Gregory Corso poem to which I feel there was a vague reference above:
āAh, yet well I know that were a woman possible as I am possible
then marriage would be possible-ā
ā¦yada yada yada.
In my case, a man. Like a dude in a novel that hasnāt been written yet, named He.
sigh
Who takes anything anyone says on here seriously, especially sockpuppet accountsā¦ certainly not I.
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When youāre talking about life itself, and others are at the basal level and trying their hardest to make you look like youāre there tooā¦
Meā¦
ā¦a perfect accompaniment, to my above musing
Seriously though, I donāt think this forum was meant to approach the sink hole of twilight, that N meant by, we can not avoid to look into each otherās eyes like the fathomless darkness could avoid seeing some white in the Pupil, there is no doubt about that, and the next step?
Wave white, to avert a real clash, even out of strength, after all āLove Your Enemiesā even not with standing,only such love between consummate vampires, has no match to ignite the unseeable torch to lead the way.
Well, maybe one, gone:
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Gone the delusions here are the allusions. Far flung be they, far gone the paradoxes to more modest enigmas
Far from the self material being they is.
Here those others that only menoās hermeticistic miracle that only He mustāve transmit
To enlightens the near impossible crevice that the fathom transposes.
Enigma variations
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ā¦eyes, I have stared into before?
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Wave white, to avert a real clash, even out of strength, after all āLove Your Enemiesā even not with standing,
Not waving dancing, but drowning restingā¦ peace ensign accepted, though I didnāt know I was a foe to Men-oā¦ [rhymingā¦ intentional]
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ā¦only such love between consummate vampires, has no match to ignite the unseeable torch to lead the way.
Well, maybe one, gone:
These should do the trickā¦ big enough?
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The above /\ was a mistake but in retrospect the ālying eyesā betray my own painful rejection by John Retchie( I was young and shared quite similar experiences, as a matter of fact I met him in a bar one day and although later on he forgot about that because of my changed appearance, it hurt.
But so similar again for the mistake of becoming like the kid in the candy store; blah blah blah.
And whoever said that writingās main purpose is to alley boredom is quite sitting on the wrong side of the fenceā¦
John Retchie?
āā¦and this is why and I am guessing, you forget the reason(s) which caused parting in the first place.ā
Time kept onā¦
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Until I felt likeā¦
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Soā¦ there wasnāt a party or the party started late/started by the time I left? but in the meanwhile, hereās some teaā¦ 
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ā¦perhaps he and I were never meant to beā¦ perhaps.
He who starts with an I? Does he know you wouldnāt mind if he knocked on your door? Does he treat the other as self?
Spill the tea, man.
Or drink more of it & just do logic instead. Works for me.