Oh. Trust me.

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There is a reason I still listen to this song.  Yes, overplayed.  Yes, it can become a bit of a bore.  No, it wasn't their best.  It is, however, extremely... accurate and precise when it comes to... some people.


Never understands, ever.  Not this one, not that one.  Most think my stairway is open, or that I am interested, or...  What about the name Doom do they not get?  I haven't seen a woman I have been serious about, or interested in, in... a decade.  Yes, yes, I... flirt, play, roll over, I've even been seen dancing.  And?
{skip to the :22 mark}[No, seriously, choke it down and watch.  You'll... get it.  Maybe thank me.]

Proof you ask?  Do you honestly think, if I found "her", I wouldn't have chased her to ground?  Do you think heaven or hell could keep me away?  Not even death would deign to stand in my way.  I honestly don't think it can.  So you really think I wouldn't have corralled her, or given it a serious shot?  Really?

This is more like it.  Spoken in a language she can understand.  All of the shes.


Now, don't get me wrong.  I don't believe women are in love with me.  All of them, however, are in love or want to be.  It's like their whole world revolves aro... well, okay, that pretty much does sum up their whole world.  Still...  Don't make a mistake, not with me.  If you are interesting to me you won't have a single doubt.

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Whew!  I... I think I... cleared up... a little problem, with this post.  One of many?  Gah!  I suppose there is a limit to how thin stories can, and should, be sliced from real life, innit?  Now, I'm not sure everyone is happy, but... I can't do that.  I think I'll... be a bit more...  Meh.  Probably not.  I don't even listen to my own advice, always.  Can't, or I wouldn't be me?  Something like that.  The blow fish skin soup is no good without just that taste of... oblivion.  And that is the soupe du jour, every jour, hereabouts.  *grin*