on titles and meows and purrs
I have not explained my title, have I?
Especially for a newly-christened Assistant Manager (note: christened not promoted --- a trivial no-nonsense change in names: so that the rose would smell sweeter), you expect explanations to go pouring out in brief, poetic contractions.
Going back.
In Silence your meow will be Magnified.
I just like the sound.
It started with the 250-page screenplay I wrote that I entered in one of those phooey contests.
Because everything is magnified when all are silent. My stare when you are not reading your favorite comic book, is more delicious --- because it pierces your wonderful pimples. Or my touch when you are not watching your favorite show is more electrifying, more sensual and more horny.
And most especially, your meow when I kiss your purring moysties in the middle of the night (when everyone is asleep and everything snores)... magnified! to the boiling contraction sure to wake Mama up.
Especially for a newly-christened Assistant Manager (note: christened not promoted --- a trivial no-nonsense change in names: so that the rose would smell sweeter), you expect explanations to go pouring out in brief, poetic contractions.
Going back.
In Silence your meow will be Magnified.
I just like the sound.
It started with the 250-page screenplay I wrote that I entered in one of those phooey contests.
Because everything is magnified when all are silent. My stare when you are not reading your favorite comic book, is more delicious --- because it pierces your wonderful pimples. Or my touch when you are not watching your favorite show is more electrifying, more sensual and more horny.
And most especially, your meow when I kiss your purring moysties in the middle of the night (when everyone is asleep and everything snores)... magnified! to the boiling contraction sure to wake Mama up.
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