d A r K o B s E s S i O n S N e E d A f F e C t I o N s . . . . . . . i.dont.want.their.juvenility I.JUST.WANT.YOUR.PASSION ! i_don't_have_your_charmability i'm-My-oWn-asSaSsIn. & one-hundred-thousand walkinG euphoriaS and mE devoiD of satisfactioN? type type type i rock i rule it's all so skew to my goal. A.T.D.T getting old Giving up and getting cold ..and in-your-face reality makes me out a fool. ? dark glowing eyes penetrate your soul but reserve the information that i don't have a tool peek out from under an existentialist view but talk to me like a person, and i've nothing to do. go home to my porthole and try to refrain but lonely as a mole I shove in my brain. when will i realize the real lies with my real eyes that it's only to entertain? try to suck out contentment, and you suck yourself in again. and again. and again.&127; % LO and BEHOLD the antics i sold got me some voice interaction. communicate like a human? for once it might work! what a surpRISINGg reaction. talk every day, all witty and gay ..all i really want is a vent for my passion.. i take into account that good things never happen and go on a pilgrimage one day.. being silly as i am i don't want her attention my way so a silly little spy i play i wear a round hat and sunglasses (at night) and almost die with fright discovering that she knew who i am. and she hugs me. so for hours i stay in case she comes to pay some attention to her little nothing-to-say. i ended up taking her home and sitting next to her in the car. for two blocks. that was cool. i''''''''m babbling. the daily convo ceases abrubtly as i knew it eventually would So one day i call her again same old scheme. it's all good. another form of hopeful foreplay. I am the freudian model. so, in the midst of siliconic despair there just may be hope for this half a pair. but that last line is just there to rhyme.. i don't want commitment; i just want some action. I.