Eat or be eaten or be eatable

Women become sirens when they are lonely.

Just one of the few understandings of today’s moments. I cannot return…I see how Peter Schilling sings of the Titanic ever lying on the ground of the oceans and….I feel for that ship…I feel exactly like it, a bell’s whistled already long before I hit the grounds…

I struggle to ever believe that being alone toughens you up, perhaps it does that to men only…I turned from pudding to oil…lets hope I end up as something eatable at last!

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