dougdeep
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I am not the sort that likes to shout loudly of hopes and wants, believing anything wished for never arrive precisely for the reason of broadcasting them. But maybe i should give that childish way of thinking up and say what i'd like of the approaching 12 months. Ok, here goes.
I think at its core i'd like a miniature collection of moments of calm. Nothing ginormous or world-changing or made of silver or gold or makes me a completely different person like hypnotism or another serious injury might. Just little bits and pieces of unspectacular time that i note in retrospect and fail to spot the faults of or wish to have been different. In terms of actuality i think this means a new relationship (not a wife or one i send off for on the internet who looks exactly like i wish her to, two-armed and non-cross-eyed and muscular enough below the folds to protect me from brutes who pass and strike and a bit messily-haired and doesn't keep shaving everywhere all the time obsessively and has those unshapely imperfections that aren't announced to be there or unnoticed but are loved all the same). A relationship without the world attached and just some drinks had along the way. So maybe i'll try and have one of those.
And maybe even get compensation for the age-old accident. I could buy women like candy then and become the new candyman, or Andyman (as that's like my name like) and appear in your room everytime you say my name thricely into a mirror, but do it unaggresively and hooklessly and maybe just bore you into a coma instead by telling you a story i think of and struggle in the middle of but carry on until you fall and close things down, the perfect punishment for you dragging me there in the first place. And i have bees in my mouth. 3 bees, none of which are amused to be there i can tell you.
So i want a woman, money and ways of knocking people unconscious.
We are not worthy.