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I know, I tried it again, the vicious cycle continues. I’m like an alcoholic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I think it’ll be different this time. Self knowledge and critical awareness will protect me, but it doesn’t – never does – but I falsely believe the lie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Usually starts out the same way, with a band or event that uses Facebook for marketing instead of a proper website. Sucks me back in every time. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I sign up using different methods, such as switching the settings so only friends of friends can send me a friend request, then I try my best not to have friends. But it never works, inevitably, someone somewhere along the way, usually a relative, punctures my prophylactic seal of protection.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then more, and more… and then strange things start to happen. Subjects of telephone calls and conversations start to become my advertisements.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The relentless friend suggestions of people, quite frankly, I’d prefer to leave in the past – and not look at their faces every fucking day of my life. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

—ooOoo—<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have an idea! Let’s pause for a quick haiku about cunnilingus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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thirsty kitty waits<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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wet rainbow kisses on my lips<\/p>\n\n\n\n

drip by drip, she’s pleased<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n

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