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But I also liked the New York minute-mind and razor-wit, fast on the quiper-drips, an Annie Oakley of put-downs from where am I ? This was another planet. This was atmospheric acid. This was a Matron D of placement-hads. A say-master. Miss Meantalbliss, the judicious doctor-rate of all un-wooing. I am guessing I loved-her mind, but again like Epeck, was something I didn't know and was being taught. She was above me. So it would occur that here they were: Synthesallia. Drop-me to my-shes. Not of two-minds, she was two-people. She was two-bodies. How does that work ? That's not even in the-realm. It was what I later looked-for, the two-in-one special. Why not one-in-two ? Live with two-women on this planet ? Are we made that way ? Men and woman, men and men, women and women, but never-two women and a man or vice-versa, the terrible-threes. The body and the mind in-one. The MaryMac and Monitor. I was fairly-successful in synthesis throughout the years, although it was never fairy-tail either. It was Miss-Miss but she was a driver.

Not that it hadn't been thought-of. MaryJ introduced me to art-film in DC, and maybe the first-film I had ever seen in subtitles. It was "Jules and Jim". Me - I had-trouble with sub-titles. Gave me a headache. First-time I had to visually recognize language, at the same time I was visually-recognizing scenery-script. What a jumble of processes. The intellectual crowd, they were well-adjusted in higher-educational double-speak. Two men and a woman. That will cause a virtual infinity of argument. Let's try it. Right. It was snuck into the public vacuity like a porno-film, called high-art camera, on the outer-fringes of respectability. Dare-we consider such a thing ? How broad-minded am I ? Smoke another cigarette in a coffee-sonorous cafe. Somebody said: "They aren't-made that way". Who is they ?

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