ok, Inks, I won't curse you out. just don't do that anymore. because you want the numbers to look a certain way. we all do. but hey, it doesn't work out like that. let me tell you a story, Inks. back in the summer I hung out with this group. we called it, The Group. we hung out from mid-afternoon everyday to past midnight. but then this girl came in. well, she was there anyway, but she ed sh**t up hardcore. and one of my friends was in love with her, but it was painfully obviously he'd never get with her. then another of my friends fell in love with her around August 10th. and she actually liked him. but there was a problem. my two friends that were in love with the same girl, they had been best friends forever. literally. so the friend that. oh who cares. the point is, it ed sh**t up. and now The Group is no longer. and I've tried to wink towards my past, but winking towards it doesn't work. I've become obsessed with it. and I want The Group back, but it's no longer. I want the numbers to look a certain way. but they don't. sorry Inks. it happens. so don't mess with my entries and I won't mess with yours. it's better that way.
That is indeed amazing prose. Wow! I "see" a "gift." Gosh, I have had a passionate love affair for our language since seemingly forever. I can't help it. And yours is just fine, indeed. Thanks. Ya, I know, I don't write the way you do, but the best is not always about me.
