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Pauline.
Pauline the peril.
Perilous Pauline, even better.
This girl. She has caused havoc in my life. No, chaos. Muddle and muck?
Well, like as i may hate to admit, i have always boasted that i think better when in the middle of a muddle.
But she has turned me into everything i'd never dreamt of.
See, i masquerade as someone who trys to wield the pen. Yeah, 'a budding writer' (oh, how i hate to say that!)
Just call me a pontificator.
Note, not fornicator, thank you.
So that each time i pontificate these thoughts distilled by personal prejudices, i give this role to other people.
Hell, they are personal memoirs and.....hell is other people!
But now, the tables have been OVERturned and am hell, other people!
Pauline.
Give her all the credit. Never cash, i have.Er, tried.
She has managed to sneak, through into my cranium, a shot of Valium to senses not common to me.
Dreams wild, they are, and i know...that if scripted and movie-d, an Oscar they deserve.
So what if she's...she's...she's....WHY does a brother always WANT of what he can never have?
Jadakiss once asked.
But imagination is the immeasurable compensation for this and i have acres, acres and acres that stretch in to the horizon, where i have a weakness for flying the highest kite human kindred will ever fly.
The same horizon that the moon will be bright again, crescent like her typical smile, with Jupiter and Venus, on either side, denoting her lovely dimples (My tongue, call it a rocket, is on fire, for explorationSAKE!)
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So they said, the apple in the middle of the garden is for those who persist never stopping to question whether the serpent is out of his mind?
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And it came to pass, that she followed me, into this horizon of my acres, on a unlikely Wednesday evening.
The sun was sprinkling its last rays on earth and slowly turned red.
Blood red.
Darkness was shrouding.