Best friend by David Butterworth

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Sweet glue, Teammate For Life, Mrs. Butterworth ↔ a bubbly βubbly, the booest Boo, her flurry of sweet madness just blowing away what I thought to be possible of warmthy wild. Seems silly how mystical; but silly? No!, this curvaceous creaturefly… & those eyes! (the little godly third one too). $he melts me →  a puddle of Lve & falling still: I and she [Shalin Marie] monkey-dancing, ¢rying, hiking, wondering, sipping coffee, sucking lips, cooking liver, ice creaming, storying, and making love outside any notions of where this will take us; finding lost in the art of doing Zenso, or Zenslow, and Dark Thirties and After Dinner Movement Parties. The TREASURE!!! of making a life dream together – in our own peculiarly absurdly brilliant ways – regularly. We seem to be tripping a blip of unknown called C~ H ~A ~ N~ G ~ E: I CAN NOT imagine a purer page-turner & partner-poet, or mother to our dragon-being, as we write these living, [fire]breathing epics . . .