this was originally conceived but never posted, on July 3 of this year, just before 3am, for some forgotten reason that it made sense to write something down even in the electronic way. I have embellished it somewhat and not used any of my belly moves, either!
From what I’ve been told (when I listened, and half-way believed it) some of the girls’ slumber parties (admittedly the guys’ may also have been, but not the ones I went to) were used as educational forums (or is that fora?) to learn ahead of time how to be what would always be, has always been, is still so often called “being a good kisser” where they might say they want to know “is he a good one?” which appears to relate strongly to that “it is better to give than to receive” idea — where actually sharing is not possible, that is — inasmuch as the other person receives our kisses, we wish them to be the best ones ever.
Why share disgusting affection, if that even makes sense? Kissing is something quite special, especially to humans. The other kissers do not appreciate it less, but they do not have as much “lip talent” and so forth. For example, cat kisses are always furry and often involve teeth. This is usually too alien to the average human, although there really is no one (1) average human in the ideal sense. But I seem to have changed the subject away from kissing, so back to that. Pucker in reverse is Rekcup. (buy the weigh)
Maybe I will do it again someday, but this is very doubtful, and worth doubting as well. And this is special also. To know the future with any certainty is also to doubt that anything as pointless as kissing could be vital or basic or needed. Thus, absence is perfection.
This is similar to nothing is perfect. Or equal.
Probably nothing could exactly equal the pointlessness of this post!
Mayhaps ‘twere simply to ponder and croon, “I’ll Never Kiss, Again…” (INKA)™ or some silly teasing thing! 😛
This is where more will go, should I decide after this point in time to put more here. Right now it is:
Next, I shall connect to the internet and then to the blog where I shall make this posting today, so that the mark is made on the wall hanging. This will help if disconnected disco-ducks try to waddle through the nonsense as such things happen all the time. Either that or other things happen instead! So, on with the show…