Okay, lover, why we do we make life so hard? Why? What drives us to complicate being lovers/hunters/gatherers? What wrecks our passions? What makes us fail to communicate? Ah, fail to communicate. There ya go! You tell me, what complicated the ability to reach/grab, point/garble "gimme" ... and hug/kiss? You thinking about that one? Did I make it too complicated again? Grin again, Smart-stuff! You're always the one asking tough questions. Let me start dinner.
Well, I guess we all feel driven to say things in our own words. Watch you let me do all the talking here again. Somehow we don't just desire to be another lemming without individual thought. By the way, what are Bill and Sue Jones doing tomorrow night, darling? Darling? Anyway, ya know throughout history, I think folks complicated words and ramblings so much that we gotta have translators. Ha! What translator will be interpreting what we have said, the way we meant to say it? Promise me you'll burn my scribblings and stuff? You want tea or a cola?
I wanna study lovers. My last professor said we wind up studying previous communicator/writers and philosopher/poets to try and understand what great thoughts they tried to leave for us. Yeah, even my grocery list doesn't make sense after I've written it. Honey, But Santayana and Neruda in translation turns me on. Makes me feel good if I'm comfortable and trust the translators. Yeah, that love guru, teacher, professor, mentor we are currently following. I KNOW that look! I AM NOT swayed by Miss Cleo! Baby, you are one more wise-ass at times! Maybe you really do care what I think. You want sour cream with a baked potato?
Do we always need to do this? You ask me what I think is a serious question, then ya mess with me! You are always so DURNED quiet. I bet you are tuning me out again. Come here, let me check the wax in your ears! I used to be REAL serious on this stuff, baby. Studied and hoped to get correct and proper translations of words and thoughts. Mega-student loans later, I think we should we finally go out on our own and look for a lover/communicator/writer/poet/philosopher/dude we understand? I know you love me. THAT look, I actually understand. Hey, lover, toss me a stick of gum.