blue
It's being whispered that guerrilla blue flowed in, under cover of mist, rolled right by the street lamps, as brazen as only blue can be.
People are nervous. We hear them murmur anxiously, and we knit our brows too, to make a show of worry. But when our eyes meet--yours, mine--we smile. Our secret delight, our secret triumph.

People are nervous. We hear them murmur anxiously, and we knit our brows too, to make a show of worry. But when our eyes meet--yours, mine--we smile. Our secret delight, our secret triumph.

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This is Derek Jarman-worthy.
Prrrrt.
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BUZZ OFF T. ASAKIYUME WITT. GO PESTER THOSE PEOPLE WHO NEVER CALL ME BACK ABOUT HOUSING.
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I like to dream
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"Ah," they'd say, "there is something in this blog that gives the reader great pleasure. Possibly addicting if the reader is over exposed to it."
Similar pleasures: finishing a really good short story, receiving an awesome email or letter, reading a positive review of one's own work.
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Oh, yum. You post the most wonderful things; they warm me up!
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(I imagine reading a positive review must be like getting a hit of crack.)
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as brazen as only blue can be
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