jnthn

do you get this game? do you read here? who is it? I've realized it's all the exchange. that's what I want. I've realized so many things, what I'm into, how I want to run it, how I will run it. I really don't care. I thought it was the chase...it's not. It's rendered itself irrelevent. It's the exchange from brain to brain, eye to eye, body language, make you smile, make me smile, go away. Really. Go away. Perfect.

not now, it's not a good time. I just want it all at a distance. Flirt. Flirt Flirt. Fun.

it's at this distance, stupid quirk of modern life. you - hi, hello -- me -- hi, hello -- it's just that. yes, it is fine. yes, I'm being obtuse, but at the moment if was really your business, or even YOUR business, I'd spell it out for you. but since it's not I will remain like the light through the muggy haze: VAGUE.

How can it be: I stand in the corner at "the cluuub..." hi. hi. hi. hi. hi. hi. hi. hi. hi. hi. and on and on....ever do that? just go hang out and everyone comes past you? hi. hi. hi. hi. hi. hi. hi...

yawn. sorry for the abstract boringness. feel free to hit me with interesting things. talk about flirting in my journal. look at all the eyes in my favorites pics. comment. don't look at any other body parts. comment. the eyes have it. that is why those pics are there. cept the one about shoulders.