Time is a temptress, but my cup was never more full then when I was with her, though miles apart we were inseparable by our likeness. A commonality not found often these days we made our home, and in that home a hearth.

You look to the sky and release a single hope from your chest. Upwards it floats on the backs of cool winds, blowing through their silos. A crisp fine morning, it feels like night. It it always does on the back of these somber hours.

We meet again. I bid you adieu for now, m’lady. As you know I am a champion of equal pay for women, despite my rightish sub-leanings. Yes there is work to be done and I will be the one doing it. I fight for the women I love so.

Thank you for your super helpful comment. I apologize that I had to dismiss it. I did not want to, but I did have to.

You are clearly not familiar with TomatoFace. I am him.

A puff of smoke thins the air, dense smog. I have arisen.

I cannot help but completely agree. I oft imagine this special hell.

Is not the very idea of feminism laid bare amongst the shadows for the very reason it exists? In due time we all will realize that if not for the exclusion of Carly from the label of feminist would we then recognize all women as such; and if you are spreading thine wings of advocacy in only sub sectors of such ill…

But what of us now on the internet; and are we not producing that exact same effect here on this plethora of commentary interactions we simply call a message board?

Stay strong. YKIMY. And IKYMMT.