Nancy Nancy Seems Like I-FLOP.BOMB-OUT.CRASH.CRASH.CRASH: I Take (a) Break: Sorriest: This is for Nancy...I have been abidingly now in this eclipse-- utterly keeping a hard intent to in no wise be neagative but sweet 2U-- just guessing guessing guessing about how you feel-- about me of course-- but with no info of any kind but sidelong hints breeding inferences that are just put together with may-be's and hope [hope against hope ;-)]... I always worry like a singer singing before an audience, worry about whether these hope:may-be's I FLOP BOMB-OUT CRASH... I get and heed online tutorials especially to provide subliminals re feminizing; I want to keep my estradiol crossing my blood-brain-barrier to medicate my cerebrum further further further into non-aggression, peace of the sort so-resilient womb-en get naturally as feminized, yes totally taming me; eros then not too slowly morphed to adoration of woman-kind-kind and yes-I-shall-say near hatred of man-hood ;-)... My erotic 'glows' have always stayed longly in time-- for You manic-d outdooring-femininity that has for some '26 moons' so deep is my recognition that you come almost perfectly perfect to my ideal the-most-Right-One-ever to love... BUT I recognize that loving you long-distance and long-long-time has unavoidable challenges, now the ultimate challenge of making tangential 'guessology' absent data-- inevitably may meet you of my struggles 2helloU with NO NO NO CEASE AND DESIST YOU BOTHER ME...Yes my fear, with not too 4me discomfiture of staged FLOP BOMB-OUT CRASH CRASH CRASH... Sometimes it feels like some thaw/ice-break is what you feel, otherwise just abiding luv U ARE WONDERFUL that such message 'boomerangs' :-( ... The felt now 'boomeranged' luv seems to dominate; seems-it that my stridency for your peace yes so boomeranged...I-Can't-Stop-Lovin'-U BUT now it seems most courteously loving to let-go/surrender: indeed you may have a lover: all then in me is compersion a love for your loving Another that DOES TOO feel wonderful PEACE, AS ALL-WARFARE-ACCOMPLISHED... SO NOW at this juncture I shall significantly desist, as here to blog you less, and the-more keep a diary of my SEEKING WOMB-AN LUV, & FEMINIZING "TOENAILS-TO-BRAIN"... 'Tis the seeming best-I-can-do now for the FluffyFlower, WildPrairieRose, O I am sorry if in this vacuum of relationship guess-wrong O I am sorry Nancy Hunter z :-(

 This is for Nancy...I have been abidingly now in this eclipse-- utterly keeping a hard intent to in no wise be neagative but sweet 2U-- just guessing guessing guessing about how you feel-- about me of course-- but with no info of any kind but sidelong hints breeding inferences that are just put together with may-be's and hope [hope against hope ;-)]...

I always worry like a singer singing before an audience, worry about whether these hope:may-be's I FLOP BOMB-OUT CRASH...

I get and heed online tutorials especially to provide subliminals re feminizing; I want to keep my estradiol crossing my blood-brain-barrier to medicate my cerebrum further further further into non-aggression, peace of the sort so-resilient womb-en get naturally as feminized, yes totally taming me; eros then not too slowly morphed to adoration of woman-kind-kind and yes-I-shall-say near hatred of man-hood ;-)...

My erotic 'glows' have always stayed longly in time-- for You manic-d outdooring-femininity that has for some '26 moons' so deep is my recognition that you come almost perfectly perfect to my ideal the-most-Right-One-ever to love... BUT I recognize that loving you long-distance and long-long-time has unavoidable challenges, now the ultimate challenge of making tangential 'guessology' absent data-- inevitably may meet you of my struggles 2helloU with NO NO NO CEASE AND DESIST YOU BOTHER ME...Yes my fear, with not too 4me discomfiture of staged FLOP BOMB-OUT CRASH CRASH CRASH...

Sometimes it feels like some thaw/ice-break is what you feel, otherwise just abiding luv U ARE WONDERFUL that such message 'boomerangs' :-( ...

The felt now 'boomeranged' luv seems to dominate; seems-it that my stridency for your peace yes so boomeranged...I-Can't-Stop-Lovin'-U BUT now it seems most courteously loving to let-go/surrender: indeed you may have a lover: all then in me is compersion a love for your loving Another that DOES TOO feel wonderful PEACE, AS ALL-WARFARE-ACCOMPLISHED...

SO NOW at this juncture I shall significantly desist, as here to blog you less, and the-more keep a diary of my SEEKING WOMB-AN LUV, & FEMINIZING "TOENAILS-TO-BRAIN"...

'Tis the seeming best-I-can-do now for the FluffyFlower, WildPrairieRose, O I am sorry if in this vacuum of relationship guess-wrong O I am sorry Nancy Hunter z :-(

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