|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- TO VIXENWAY--CUP 8--"LAMPARPONDING" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  To Vixenway  ||  -------> (Cup SRtv008, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = "There are no time paradoxes." Your words. So I'll tell you what you told me to tell you. Soft time travel back to that day as well, and the mind of the you of today (or the day you'll eventually get this letter) and the mind of me of today were (to me) and will (to you) be together in Foomhoom, in our bodies as they were at that time. Confused yet? I should have known there'd be some sort of distraction like this when I need to focus all my energy on the issue at hand and Lamparponding. When you told me that you always felt the same way about me, I... You want me to be honest like the bad girl I am? It was anticlimactic. You would have thought I'd be thrilled, but to think--of all those days together--and we could have been fucking-- What can I say? I wanted to be the dominant time traveller, back to seduce that wonderfully innocent version of you. Now maybe you see what I mean about "keeping it in your pants". I told you I'd write more about Lamparponding in this letter, that the version you read had nothing specific about it, and also nothing about you going back in time. There is the elastic nature of things, but it doesn't quite explain this. Transfer of information, transfer of bodily fluids, places and experiences. What was that perfume you were wearing? Lamparponding... I'll explain it to you next time we meet in soft time travel. Same time, same place? Could that possibly work? I love you. But unfortunately, there's no way for us to get back together, for real. Not until-- No. It's too soon for that. Later now. I've been masturbating all afternoon on our tryst. Yeah, I'm a loser. With all the things I know, to be so into sex, seems kind of like a waste of talent. But this is you we're talking about. And YOU are bigger in my head than just about anything. So anyway, Lamparponding... it's a whole new way to do things, so much more in line with how things were originally meant to be. I got to get the information to you, but I think our "convergent" soft time travel connection is the best way to give you all the details. So I don't know. I wish I could blow this whole situation apart. Huh--wonder what would happen if I DID manage to set of a situation grenade here? Oh well. Like that's gonna happen. Two days later now. And I've been with you three more times. It so lame, I've been running around all over, trying to get myself tired enough to go back to sleep to be with you again. In this venture, you start to wonder which timeline is the real one. Man, for it to be the earlier one--our friendship re-edited into a between-the-legs thing. Wow. But I know it can't last. There are forces at work here which even now are making life difficult for me. I know I'll have to focus on these things and let the chips fall where they may sooner or later. But Fluffy, we have something going here--something I desperately want to hold onto. But time travel is such a loser thing to do. But what can I say--I'm a loser for pussy!!! Egad--look at me. Please try and understand me. Where I am now in my life--it's like, everything we yearned for in Sweptim, that I now have. So why am I escaping back to those times every time I go to sleep? I will find a way to be with you, in the here and now. I have no idea how, but I will. Because I love you, in that schoolgirl way. I'm so wet. "True Love", Wrath Sanctimony Babe P.S. I never sent this letter. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----