In place of the posts that i want to publish, another wine example of wine affected prose.

he plays cello, very well…. we will meet again won… one day,
sparks will fly harmony will be reached, the love hate relationship that i have tried to express in previous rants will reach itS height… the two will have something a mark in the sand in which to start asking the questions that might affect their relative futures, their perseptions of each other and how they reached that point in which they enjoyed each others company soo much. What started as tension and conflict pushing and pulling the others reactions in the subtle way…as lover or nemesis the emotional yield is the same. … . .. .
at this point the words that come to my fingers are not those that lend themselves to the narrative, or characters i am trying to paint. they are things left over from an older version. i beleive in evolutionary terms it is a vestigial trait something from the past the once had meaning to show us where we came from, but now in the modern dance of society… or even smaller relationships are almost as annoying as chemical emotions.
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the observed and fictional tails will continue but for now i think i should finish my drink.