HatesParisHilton
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"The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on" Thanks, I dig it. But I've never seen fog that dainty here... I'd like to. I can't claim much contemplation, though; I've been a visual artist for a quarter century now, and I write as well, and the fog I mentioned was coming down the hills I mentioned 12 days ago. IN a way, I merely gave you a weather report, albeit a slightly lyrical one, LOL. For contemplative, I'd have to say that I love it when... I sit in a place I think is full of strangers, and am enjoying that, because 1/3 or more of them are sexy, and the rest make them sexier by comparison, and I wonder if I'll ever even speak with any of them, and around that moment, one of them gets a call, and that call ends up being from someone I knw, who shows up moments later, and I end up being introduced to one of the Sexomatics in a cute game of KismetSmilesUponMeOnTheseRareOccasions.
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I am (now) "Hiltie", hear me ROARRRRR! And have a cuffy cake, they're nice.
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