words come full circle and it must be fate to hear it thrown back at me from other angles. you elf of the ice blue eyes, karan off in some unknown place in another galaxy and i know nothing and you say " thats the way i like it". i know you read the galactikon and check in on the sentient archive ocasionally, but when i look in your zone all i see is a 3 month old post from some parallel pleidean world about how you like zitherian quisine.

and holy fuk, now people are calling me icy. can you believe it? after all the times i raised my voice and complained of your cold aloofness i am made to see the relativity of temperature. because now i have powerful earth mamas tracking me down calling me the iceboy because i refuse to meet realtime these days . hey, i totally totally open up my matrix. aint that just a kick in the ass huh? but im nowhere near as aloof as you are. shit, at least you can reach me. i'll answer most transmission sequences. but you, you just fly around out there "looking for stuff". whatever. you know as well as i you are running. when you stop give me a call. you know where i am.

its not like im angry, because i love you beyond beyond. you know that and its not because wyk isnt deadly beautiful and extremely tempting. what is it with you elves, yr like stone to try and gaze thru. i can read any human and its generally why i dont touch them too often...emotional downpours bring out the tears in me, but if i cry now, fuk, i'll probly turn into a popsicle.