118: Kissing is poison. It makes appetites cloying. It’s bad for you but I wasn’t. Then came anticipating imitation .. goodness, a sort of I-actually-miss-you .. Diseased, sick of you kissing where you are so blatantly filled with my anticipating your love spreading everywhere completely negating its purpose — needing starlight at the edge of freakonomics in a Flemish-like world, a healthful state of illuminating my bitter departure from what is present in our original experience. Even so, actually thanks.