A soothsayer bids you the solution. The answer is five.

One should schedule the room for five hours. It makes no difference who is with you in the room. To conclude otherwise, given my background and experience, gently tells me things. Answers are tales that tell me a story. Reminds me of people that talk about cross-country motorcycle rides.

Their answers to questions tell me things. For example, a person’s answer to the question “What do you bring with you on cross-country rides?” tells people like me whether they have no experience, a little experience, or a lot of experience, riding a motorcycle cross-country.

Are you a caring lover? Are you a meticulous lover? Are you a playful lover? Do you take your time in completing your work? Do you seek a connection or a release? Do you seek a lover or a spouse? A sliding scale, most definitely; but I think of it as an individual unique Sleep Number.

Mine’s five. Five most surely is the sweet spot for such things.

—ooOoo—

Channeling my inner-Japanese, I present to you, my haiku:

know you won’t ghost me

you should know, never ghost you

if don’t know, I failed

—ooOoo—

The problem with intelligence, when it presents itself in formulaic ways, coupled with a fixation on numbers and the trinity, and an underlying obsessive compulsive disorder, is repeat sequencing on third numbers.

You’re oddly cute for always wanting to try to catch me, but I likely merely made a mistake because I was distracted with life, work, you, and I inevitably always think third grade when thinking about Serrano.

Holy shit – I had an ass! Of course, I’m wearing jeans … and you’re even more beautiful than I could’ve ever remembered. If I knew then what I know now, I would’ve made a scene that day. Oh the proclamations!

I’m looking at about a dozen weird fucking threads, with like a gazillion tangents. It’s impossible to read the messages because my head is gonna explode. They all look like so much fun, but I don’t know where to begin.

I don’t think there’s a strong need, but I will still likely write about that afternoon a thousand years ago. I shall do my best to generate some bit of anticipation, in spite of you very much already knowing the punchline.

Tough to come out of being Second Place, I guess. Moreover, tough to say I had it wrong, really, knowing your relationship with him versus me over the past 40 years. The record always speaks for itself, dontcha think?

—ooOoo—

I shall do my best to unwind my threads and tangents that fell on their face this past week. Thank you for your patience and understanding.

I’m also gonna find a show in Jacksonville, and I’m gonna make that trip sometime this year. To see, inter alia, if you ever got those perfect grades.