It's a little like the guy in prison doing life for egregious humiliation of the marital variety except there's no bars or man ass in this enclave, just a crazy woman who adores me and fills me with these propagations of life seeds that power our soul from season to season heading towards forever. I must have been destined for this because it emulates the perfect order of the universe. Crazy woman is beautiful and out of balance without my pelvic gyroscope to true her course. I am just a mannequin with a soundtrack without her nurturing and massive doses of fascination that she swarms over me everyday. See how it makes more sense once you get the picture? from 2012
Now the thing is the same description still (maybe) applies ten years later? That's not meant to shock but exists to make sense here. Sense simply means it logically and actually is true. That's why it's all written up, not to get raves, as some say. I post because I can but la-di-dah.
Well, that's another chapter - - - a little too much repetition but it's integral to bring the results we demand. She really IS that great.