Dear Dick,
You have been trying to find your way back into my life again recently and I am just not on you right now. It's not a bad thing nor a good thing, it's just my thing and I'm gon' do what I want to do. You can't tell me who to sock it to. You don't dick-tate anything around here.
I have money problems from being out of regular work for too long. I have emotional problems from being alone for too long. Being away from you - not a big problem. Sometimes you come with big problems. (And the more plentiful you are, sometimes the bigger you are, the worse. More Dick, more problems.) You want too much too soon, you need too much too soon, but you're rarely able to give as much or only able to give under certain conditions - conditions different for me and Vag'. A snake can still slither in the desert but dry is a not desirable condition for us warm blooded, bipedal primates. It is much better when the atmosphere is dripping and jumping with excitement. I haven't come into personal contact with anyone of you who can maintain the proper communication, show the consistent attention, display the right amount of generosity on all levels or all-around growth to help bring about those conditions for me. Until you do I'll continue to share my bed and fill my life with other things, and not be a whore-der trying to be close to or find the right one of you.
If you aren't part of my solution, you're not going to be my problem. I got ninety-nine problems, but Dick, you won't be one.
Love (still),
Me
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