Kid? hmm. I dunno. I kind of like it coming from you, sort of fits the silly sixties housewife complete with kerchief image..
You wrote: really? So sorry for the confusion. It's that I can't imagine anyone calling you Sporty, or if they did, you'd cringe. Now I get it. I got into a total syntactical tangle with your last message. I thought you had a secret pleasure coming up (eh?) that included little things you imagined I'd cringe at. And I thought, wha–? Sporty. Actually, I kind of like it. What did you think of being called 'Kid'?
really? So sorry for the confusion. It's that I can't imagine anyone calling you Sporty, or if they did, you'd cringe.
You wrote: YO'! Sporty! sorry, secret pleasure coming up with little things that you, (in my imagination) would cringe at. Eh? You're becoming increasingly enigmatic, you know, kid. I can't make head or tail of this.
YO'! Sporty! sorry, secret pleasure coming up with little things that you, (in my imagination) would cringe at.
I mean, no.
yes, exactly.
Well, you know, what is an opposite O? A sort of paradox? Is that the idea? That life is like a bowl of paradoxes? Or small, hollow palindromes?
well, if you don't understand it must mean it's art. what don't you understand? now I'm confused.
I like the opposite Os thing. But I don't understand it.
