How come all your words are only efforts to fill
all my silences?
How come you'll never admit you're wrong
but you wont say how you're right?
How come you wont fight dirty
if you've sworn never to surrender?
How come our differences are so much sweeter
than our promises?
How come you make me chase you,
when you say you're already mine?
How come all the ways in which we make war
are only prelude to all the ways in which we make peace?
How come?
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And she's back! :-)
Yup, she is! :)
Is 'making peace' a euphemism for something?
What do you think? Assuming you *can* think and that you're not some human-intelligence-approximating lunatic automaton who's escaped from those confines of cyberspace designed to hold your sub-human albeit diabolical intelligence..
Ouch! Careful, lady! This automaton has feelings! But, wait a minute! "Diabolical intelligence", did she say? That has got to be a compliment coming from you! :P
Definitely sub-human intelligence. :P You think its a compliment? Well, then take it has that. I prolly wont have anything better to say. If you wont tell me who you are, that is.
Oh, but I won't. Because, honey, you're just too much fun! To nettle, that is.
So now you won't talk? Too bad. I was startin to have some real fun.
"How come you wont fight dirty
if you've sworn never to surrender?"
^
Everybody fights dirty, honey, everybody. Still a little naive, aren't we now?
Are you sitting inside my head?
Dee, haha..I'm tempted to say this so I will..birds of a feather.. ;)
the coin is tossed always in your favor because you want it to be.
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