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Hm, that sounds like the ringing of an aftershock.

Like maybe-an-idiot, I could ask: Can you tell us what happened?

(Sure, maybe it ain't like as if the stock-adjusters market done crashed and people done gone flaccid in they stock drawers, but we who gives a damn about you done be marking it as something significant.)

(Stranger thing, when a stranger done gives a damn about you? beside the point, damnit.)

As a distinct expression in the full context of it, that is a very strong statement.

Without such an exposition to the response, also it's a strong statement.

Here's a response: You done gone around with a boy. (Poor boy, you done ain't going around with him, since what it were.)

Maybe a realer response -- also a response morw verbose, one of those sentences with a kind of a slope to it: If there may be discerned a grounds to the strength of your statement, there is a facet that might appear: That your expression, there, it is like a keynote being rung on numerous strings, audible and subtle in composition-- a chord struck, as it were.

What you say, in that singular expression, it must be underpinned of some number of matters, I can see no other state for it.

And hell if you ain't a poet. Emily Dickenson could courtsey at your presentation of the curveball in the expression -- not meaning to slice the form off from the substance of the expression, but I'm admiring how you said it. (O' chica ultra divino, even your writings got quick-rounding turns. If you done hairpinned a car like that, it would be sailing the blue fandango, ere fore it would have been done with the sailing, at the crashing return to the ground, off-scene. One-two-three-up-and-kiss-the-sky-four -- I mean to say it, without saying it minorly, no offense to a miner of the albeit. It's the way you drive the meaning, I mean.)


Again hazarding the whisper of fate that you would read this, I'll respond to the occurrence of the question, with the asking of the question: What on earth -- what in life was he trying to deny to you?

(or was there no such matter to what's gone down?)

Well maybe I dunno much, but I'm glad to hear that. (Ain't a robin in the sun happier -- no mistrue to the fact.)

Ok, who doesn't like to be happy, and who doesn't like for you to be happy. No joke, it's good to be happy.

In and after and before there'd be any mood-ringing for any of the though, though, and without any side of though: You're you. (we the-who-are-with-it are glad that you are.)


When you done has the motive to sing the blues, then you can go on and sing it, and you can sing it like you ain't got a concern to the otherwise.

When you done sings it for real, not anyone has an honest place to look either back and down or down and as-it-were-back about it. You done keeps it real -- we's the who, we's can shove off if'n we'd be disposed to be wee-crying for it.

Dig you. You keep it tough true, and you do open these eyes to a sense of how it is.

(You're plum the strongest in the SG schoolyard, I'm knowin that much)

(I can take a pause before there'd be a starting of a fight on if they'd be saying who's the prettiest in the space. If it would done be going down, and it be on, no competition to you.)