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my humblest apology if you experience addle brained, frazzled, harried, livid with rage akin to bing mad as a hatter gritted teeth syndrome when trying to make head or tails of confusing message, which essentially can be boiled to down to a genuine search for female friendship of the intimate kind. perhaps the courtship of friendship (maybe something beyond the pulsating phallic pale) will prompt me to sober up and express feelings, ideas and thoughts (other than a desire for sexual intimacy) in a more understandable fashion. essentially (as you so might clearly intimate and interpret), i would like to become at least casually familiar with an attractive gal (per what the nonconformist paradigm of near sighted eyes property of myself deem aesthetically pleasing) and intelligent woman. mud dea ova electric kool aid acid test to share bounty of sentiments - n savor warm female body during rest no requirements nor stipulations imposed on lifelong quest minding manners to avoid bing a pest 'specially carnal craving bubbles forth noel hung er oppressed from private "v" age high nah nest. although a strong desire for physical (read sexual) involvement the primary force (that goads me and takes off in flights of bon mots poetic fancy - frequently irrelevant on most readers), i would also be delighted to share intelligent conversation otherwise known as verbal intercourse. anyway, i immediately admit as k9 buel NOT bing snoop doggy dog nor ll j cool, yet attest 2 a habit 2 slobber drool just garden, generic variety household fool who subsists on thin emotional gruel 'thou envisioning a mirage of a jewel or whatever foodstuffs given a mule where mutual acceptance doth rule feigned cheerfulness shown at yule.