Oloveya

Aha, so your name´s Oloveya, your twin sister Olivia is identical, good luck U2! OMG! Yes, yes, sure thing, girls, but won´t there be any problem as I have only one diameter? A screw or 2 are missing!

Ohio, I just got back from Ibiza to buy us our Supreme Little Caesar’s pizza. Your commie will trade his socialist pizza for yours, Wendy. Ah my capitalist baby, I want your deli heaven coochie coochie pizza, I can‘t wait, yummy, she’s much better, more juicy, more tasty, more tangy, more crunchy, puck, baby! I worship your holy tempo, the otherworldly rhythm of your love for me, the blending speed of my temple weaver of ecstasy!

Okay, what do we got here on my midnight love menu? Oloveya. Oloveya? Oloveya!!!

Oh, you didn’t know that diameter is a straight line passing from side to side through the center of a body or figure, especially a circle or sphere? Of course, you do, teacher, err, student, err, my life, err, my knife, a sharp series of them. Or a unit of linear measurement of magnifying power, power, real theory power! What a pity I´m only a romantic high school math teacher, Bc.

But I have an identical twin brother, philosophy professor Dixie, PhD, who could solve at shh nap, err, snap, the di-l-em-ma which is not a pro-bl-em, stammering & spelling rather weirdLee. Let him XXXplane it to you girls, Oloveya & Olivia, in layman´s, oops, Sleeplish before materializing the perfect mathemagickal formula. Only one ahhhmazing and luckiest girl in the world could invent that math, that formula, that magic called love, that dream come true.

Euler's identity is considered to be "the finest of equations" in maths classes because it describes an unlikely combination of five mathematical constants. Euler's equation, published by me Leonhard Euler, oops, applies in the purely philosophical case of a perfect fluid. Ain´t it gross, baby, that kind of R-R-R romanticism, that kind of P-P-P philosophy, I mean the F-F-F outcome? And some even swallow it! Look at Olivia, baby, she´s going nutzie or naughty or ecstatic, poor Leonhard Euler, err, ruler me!

However, a dilemma as it has come to be defined in the dilemma perspective is not a problem, not even a difficult one, to solve. A problem has a solution, while a dilemma, "double proposition" is a problem offering two possibilities, neither of which is unambiguously acceptable or preferable, is about finding a balance between different alternatives. But classically, it refers to a situation involving two unfavorable alternatives, and in this sense "resolve" is better. Find your most comfortable lovemaking position to lose your religion, where I can find my lost faith, the G spot will be arrived at anyway, no worries, baby, I know what I´m doing, I know my thing, a tiny area inside the shrine that is supposed to produce a very intense orgasm when stimulated, not just believed to increase sexual pleasure when rubbed, err, dubbed.

1. Name me for yourself. The first step is to identify the dilemma you face. ...

2. Identify the interests you want to meet. And obviously your favorite meat, and how you want it cooked ...

3. Identify the assumptions literally embedded in me, or with me, that keep the needs from being met. ...

4. Describe me to others, but rather not, except to your shrink, he might take some sickeningly romantic advantage of you at this vulnerable, critical Phuck Baby 2 momentoh. Am I your shrinkah or your patientaha, either way giving you a therapyoh, ah, aha?

Let´s not forget that a dilemma is a conflict, problem, or situation with two possible solutions. When a dilemma occurs, a person has to make the difficult choice between two desirable options, or, contrastingly, two undesirable options, or put differently, two opposing options, both having interesting advantages. Confusion means uncertainty about what is happening, intended, or required, hence the correct synonym of 'dilemma'. Others are embarrassment, impasse, mess, plight, and predicament.

Talking about the four basic different ethical dilemma paradigms: truth vs loyalty, short-term vs long-term, individual vs community, and justice vs mercy, would be just a waste of precious bed time as cozy storytelling is for fairy tales, this is or isn´t an opera season rehearsal, a moaning time when the involved in a play, dance, etc. practice in order to prepare for a bed wedding performance.

(One, two, three)
(Wait, is this the song with the drums?)

I met a guy in the summer and I left him in the spring
He argued with me about everything
He had an ego and a temper and a wandering eye
He said he's six-foot-two and I'm like: Dude, nice try
But he was so much fun and he had such weird friends
And he would take us out to parties and the night would never end
Another song, another club, another bar, another dance
And when he said something wrong, he'd just fly me to France
So I miss him some nights when I'm feeling depressed
Till I remember every time he made a pass on my friend
Do I love him? Do I hate him? I guess it's up and down
If I had to choose, I would say right now

I wanna get him back
I wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad
Oh, I wanna get him back
'Cause then again I really miss him and it makes me real sad
Oh, I want sweet revenge and I want him again
I want to get him back, back, back

So I write him all these letters, then I throw them in the trash
'Cause I miss the way he kisses and the way he made me laugh
Yeah, I pour my little heart out, but as I'm hitting: Send
I picture all the faces of my disappointed friends
Because everyone knew all of the shit that he'd do
He said I was the only girl, but that just wasn't the truth
And when I told him how he hurt me, he'd tell me I was tripping
But I am my father's daughter, so maybe I could fix him

I wanna get him back
I wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad
Oh, I wanna get him back
'Cause then again, I really miss him and it makes me real sad
Oh, I want sweet revenge and I want him again
I want to get him back (and then? And then?)
I want to get him back, back, back

I wanna key his car (I want to get him back)
I wanna make him lunch (but then I, I want to get him back)
I wanna break his heart (but then I, I want to get him back)
Then be the one to stitch it up (but then I, I want to get him back)

Wanna kiss his face (but then I, I want to get him back)
With an uppercut (but then I, I want to get him back)
I wanna meet his mom (but then I, I want to get him back)
Just to tell her son sucks (but then I, I want to get him back)

Oh, I wanna key his car
I wanna make him lunch (but then I, I want to get him back, I want to)
I wanna break his heart
Stitch it right back up (but then I, I want to get him back, get him back)
I wanna kiss his face with an uppercut (but then I, I want to get him back, I want to)
I wanna meet his mom and tell her her son sucks, yeah (but then I, I want to get him back, get him back)

I wanna get him back
I wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad
Oh, I wanna get him back
'Cause then again I really miss him and it makes me real sad
Oh, I want sweet revenge and I want him again
I want to get him back (and then? And then?)
I want to get him back, back, back

I'll get him, I'll get him, I'll get him, I'll get him back (woo-hoo)
Get him back (come on, come on, woo)
I'm gonna get him so good, he's not even gonna know what hit him
He's gonna love me and hate me at the same time (get him back, girl, you better get him back)
(You got it, got it)
Oh, I don't know, I got him good, I got him really good

When young, there was a rumoUr, I was good, really good with knives, throwing them at a target, with precision, handling swords, and everything romantically sharp, in general, but, you know, with age, one gets bad, I´m bad, really bad, I might miss. Excuse me? Apart from wielding my sexy machete, me not sexy, sexy only you baby, I can wave your panties on a plastic fork as a sign of surrender, too. Bu bu butt they are just unconfirmeD rumoUrs, you can’t believe them, they’re full of BS, Ballish Shine. As you know I’m repleeT with humoUr, I’m so hu-morose, wright?

This is taken from the first epistle of Quintus Horatius Flaccus: “‘rex eris,’ aiunt,
‘si recte facies.’ hic murus aeneus esto, nil conscire sibi, nulla pallescere culpa.’” “‘You’ll be king,’ they say, ‘If you act rightly.’ Let that be your wall of bronze, To be free of guilt, with no wrongs to cause you pallor.” It simply means “do not feel guilty”, to have a clear conscience. It’s often used to convey the idea of having nothing to hide and being free from guilt or wrongdoing.

Sure, I can gayly throw a plastic Superman fork, or my Spiderman pacifier at you my teenage love target, if you give me your lesbian permission only. Actually, I’m scared of you, so scared kissless, fookless, you, or your cookie, scare the cream and milk out of me! FYI, lesbian means when two females “throw tortillas” without a hotdog, without me. In Spainish, it’s “echar tortillas sin Perro Caliente”. Baby, you need to improve your Spainish with your Professor Dixie, willing to teach you for free, me reel missionary/revolutionary/doggie style commie!

Though a lot more people are cut with dull knives than with sharp ones, ha ha. You know your circus gentleman, your fakir, baby, just kidding. Oh, by the way, how do you do it to stay this romantically sharp, are you a polished sharpener or something? Maybe, but only maybe, wink wink, my dull pencil that is tirelessly and endlessly drawing your great personality which reads clearly my hidden messages needs to be sharpened. All or nothing. Oloveya?

What? Oh no, you got a hard-on, too? I can´t hear you! I gotta see that. Are you sure? Is that what you call it in femalish when you feel like sharpening a pencil? O la la Oloveya! Yeah, that´s my Excalibur, a bit rusty, though. Beautiful & romantic sharpener, disclose your true intentions before I get a heart attack, with you, my fate is sealed! And no, I´m not screaming. OMG OMG, I can´t be afraid of a beautiful & romantic sharpener however sharp it romantically gets, can I, should I? Baby, why am I hallucinating? This esoteric blender beaver, this animal spirit must be haunting my blunt body mind and soul!

Therapy? - Screamager

With a face like this
I won't break any hearts
And thinking like that
I won't make any friends
Screw that, forget about that
I don't wanna hear about anything like that
Screw that, forget about that
I don't wanna know about anything like that
I've got nothing to do 'cept
Hang around and get screwed up on you
I've got nothing to do 'cept
Hang around and get screwed up on you

Your beauty makes me feel alone
I look inside but no ones home
Screw that, forget about that
I don't wanna hear about anything like that
Screw that, forget about that
I don't wanna know about anything like that
I've got nothing to do 'cept
Hang around and get screwed up on you
I've got nothing to do 'cept
Hang around and get screwed up on you

I've got nothing to do 'cept
Hang around and get screwed up on you
I've got nothing to do 'cept
Hang around and get screwed up on you
I've got nothing to do 'cept
Hang around and get screwed up on you
I've got nothing to do 'cept
Hang around and get screwed up on you

I can feel your energy from the other side I just need you close to me So baby don’t hide Let me inside You’re so divine You’re in your prime It’s love at first sight Won’t be satisfied ‘Til I know you’re mine You could be the You could be the one You could be the You could be the one You could be the bullet to my gun You could be the You could be the one Say your name like a ritual Your body is something spiritual Oh no Don’t you know you could save my soul Feelin’ your power head to toe Feelin’ your body head to toe You’re so divine You’re in your prime It’s love at first sight Won’t be satisfied ‘Til I know you’re mine You could be the You could be the one You could be the You could be the one You could be the bullet to my gun You could be the You could be the one You could be the You could be the one You could be the You could be the one You could be the bullet to my gun You could be the You could be the one

In cumcluesion, in Olivia´s own words, getting back with an ex while also making clear how she wants to get him really good … whatever that means, I naively imagine the “plastic” knives of unconditional love as an aura around his head, he must be a saint like me, is the way to go, in the name of love. Ah relief! Thank goodness you´re Oloveya, I won´t suffer any trauma. Who needs severe and lasting emotional tranquility and pleasure caused by such an extremely upsetting experience like an orgasmix anyway?

Ah baby, I wanna make you laugh, or at least smile, because you have suffered so much! I wanna lick all your tears, I’m so thirsty … Are you hungry, or aburrida (bored), kitty, want your cute & sweet hot doggie, so excited? What the Perrito Caliente mi Burrita!?

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