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I am ill. Perhaps it is sunspots, though it is more likely an imbalance. Yesterday, I administered green tea to myself. Today will be white dahlia, cinnamon, licorice, ginger, jujube, and ephedra, coupled with vigorous exercise until perspiration. There are few activities like self-medication to heighten a sense of loneliness.

Ω___ chanced to ask me why I am often seen in certain places, but that I don't seem to participate. (It reminded of certain things N_M_ used to say, often behind my back -- and yes, I know, I know, someone of my finishing should be above such pettiness. ) The reply came easily -- I enjoy exotic company, but I do not always enjoy exotic play. Yes, I am drawn to the polymorphs, xenomorphs, gynandromorphs, et cetera,

The common fascination with the transformation, that I can understand. I wish I found the hypertrophy and other extremes more comely, but it does little for me. Giants and miniscules, Lilliputians and Brobdignagians, I have had occasional passions for either. Lately I wonder if I obsess with the courtship to the detriment of the congress. I do so enjoy the rising action, possibly more than the climax itself. No, that is not correct -- I enjoy the climax more when there is more rising action.

Realistically, there should be no couplings until I am able to last at least fifteen minutes without a sneezing fit.  Now I must rest my pen to begin the solo endeavor that will glaze my scales.