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Your pal, Jess
I'm a straight, virgo/boar INTJ (age 53) who enjoys books, getting out into nature, music, and daily exercise.

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Here's a quote from Fyodor Dostoevsky to start things off right: Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day. And you will come at last to love the whole world with an all-embracing love.

Saturday, December 1, 2018

Who


Who let the dogs out?

Who, who, who. Woof. Nobody did, dumb-ass, there's a dog door. Well, somebody might have left the dog door open. So who did that, huh? Who, I ask you. Do you know? Well, do you, punk?

Who are you? Who who, who who, I really wanna know.
Woke up in a soho bar, where police man knew my name...
I am Zaxor, queen of the Nebulonians. That's pronounced, Nebb you loan- Ians. That reminds me, can I borrow Ian? I sure could use him for a day or two.

What is the reason for all of this? Why? I don't know. I like to write. I was told I'm a good writer. I'm told you get better at writing by writing (and reading), and that you should discipline yourself to write every day, like Stephen King, who writes 2000 words, every day, I'm told.
No, why Nebulon? Why have you evoked and conjured and brought into the collective consciousness that which was only marginally and minimally present before, where it should have remained, and which I must report about now, to my Nebulonian superiors, who had heretofore wished to remain obscure, anonymous, and unnamed, but who now must step into the limelight?
Are you saying Zaxor let the dogs out? Was she drunk? Are you saying Nebulon is a real place? What do dogs look like on Nebulon? Does Dirty Harry shoot dogs there?
Who? What? Why are you asking so many questions? Are you on a quest for knowledge? Ask Alexa. I'm only a real intelligence, the artificial one knows more!

Where is my mind? I've lost it, again. Where did it get to? It belongs in my head. Behind my eyes, between my ears, above my neck, below my scalp, in front and center, reporting for duty. How am I supposed to function without my mind, huh? Answer me that! I don't even know who I'm talking to! Arghh. Heeere, minedy minedy mind!

When is my 20 minutes of fame? When will we get there? When will I be old, officially?

Why is Y a part of why? That's so confusing! Why is why a part of YHWH? WHY!! Why are you reading this? Who do you think you are? What is your purpose for being? Where am I going with all this? When will I get there!

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