Strngrz On a Train.

I've never feelt a need to complain about being a spoiled girl. A material one, precisely. I've grown loving things, I've grown in love with things. An affirmation for boys always's been on my side. The city... it has been very murky today... Dunno if it was for the city itself or sth yet another else. Shall I greet it from u? Shall I stick to the beloved informal, or rather puzzling register of mine? Am I to msg u right away, leavin u yet another prolonged msg signed by the initials M.W. n wait till it Likewise to a somebody which [reasonin: a sb is simpely a nobody; it does not exist in the mental recognition of a scholary mind as neither representing nor delivering any values hence not deservin for the pronoun; unquote] did not go through any of the academic stages, I am like that as far as the emotional aspect goes: I do not exist thr. I've stripped myself of the quasi priviledge to own one. I might as well be spoiled to the extremes to you unknown. In the same vein, it is the epicentre of being correct since this particular knowledge can not be found in a common ground of ours. I pass that. I cross the boundaries, u see. So precise n blunt to the point even whn emplyin the plainest of words. "My imagination surprise you, like the new york city subway."U surmise, I've acquired some of the feats of this place? Nothin more misleadiin; I haste to clarify: I've become more impervious to it as anytime 'fore... Not tht I further to thwart yo goals.