Dames.

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If I can't speak to you?  If you can't or won't speak to me?  There is nothing I can, or would, do.  If I think you are irreparably femininely insane?  I just won't deal with you.  Dealing with women on Gab who simply... have lost it brings reminders.  For my part, I will tell a woman what is on my mind.  I don't hold back.  Once I have said my piece, though, I am done.  Even on Gab, a lot of them just don't get that.  Although one among them, one they might consider queen, has learned to... not engage.  I checked this earlier.  What would keep her at bay... only a few things.  The temptation had to have been grand.

Music?  I suppose.  In no real order or fashion.  Just... memories being tickled as I play on the playground of the internet.  I don't hate but I really don't have to love.

Harsh and at least as much trouble as men.  Blind, undisciplined, and hungry.

Never happy.  Never satisfied.  And yet some just might do.

Women can go way further off the rez.  I'm not good at grounding though.

Blessing and curse, mundane and divine.

I just can't hate, or give up.  Box of kittens, gotta be one out there who needs a home.  Just running out of time, and have some pretty hard limits on what I'll take in and from a woman.  Such short shelflives.

Still, it's... fun to... communicate.  But you don't find a woman on the internet anymore than you find one at a bar.  Just not worth the headache.  I'm almost wondering if prison women wouldn't work out better, if I won't go that way either.

Later.