indecent exposure

It’s nothing personal, you understand. It’s just that there’s nothing personal you understand.  That is that you understand what isn’t personal which is not.  This is not to say all you misunderstand.  However much missing is something you do do, though not about understanding in most cases. You understand factualities unrelated to sensation without you as their subject.  But as factualities are without expectation missing or failing to understand them is crucial in ways which are unrelated to the seriousness of the questions raised by misunderstanding or failing to understand sensation oriented phenomena outside of yourself as the subject. But then, as I said, and endeavor to remind you, this is nothing personal.  This is not about you. Though I will take this opportunity to point out that factualities are sometimes referred to by people in the know as fabrications.  Just a word to the wise of warning; but then taking things on faith has never been one of your bon amies, eh, sweetie? So she can be tortuous.  All this indirectness is just too wearing. Say something pretty, please.  If I had velvet paws, no problem.  Must be all Kevin Killian’s fault. His and his damn play about Ashbery and Oppen hoppin’ down the bunny trail. I mean Resurrection’s a do over. Click on Red High Heels of Death. So what’s missing now they’re gone. The gaggle of players, the husband, the daughter? Indecent distraction?  Rabid debate? Left to the tea table and three very furry cats who eat enormous amounts of fresh roasted turkey all the while keeping an eye out for who really counts, she thinks something else.