i was in my natural state i was testing the waters that was my intention; to make it possible for the working class to find representation in congress from working class people and or people that are underrepresented and searching for a contemporary voice. “You wish, sometimes, that everybody could grow old with somebody—that everybody would have a partner in this life,” but that’s not what this life is really about. You had to let that sink in.
Ok—so what is life really about, then? Serving others? I beg to disagree. Life is about sharing the love you feel with those that share the love you feel. So maybe the wedding between me and Alexandria had to be entirely fictional (for now)—but I was bound and determined to drive the American people to a state that overlapped nicely with hers. There couldn’t have been a better time: everything Jack Daniels was doing was beginning to fall apart—his ambitions were failing him, fast, and although he would appeal the decisions of the courts, those decisions would linger over him like dark clouds for a long time to come.
Now, this wasn’t all down to Alexandria, who, I understand, at this point (the point at which i acknowledge the possibility of an affair) didn’t mind being called Alex at least some of the time—as long as you didn’t use one term exclusively to argue with. Of course Alex, then, didn’t have time for an affair, and, furthermore, she’d never met someone that she even remotely wanted to have an affair with, so convincing her that she should invest elsewhere was not going be easy.
But i could be wrong, since telepathy is a subjective way of talking, and you couldn’t prove or be sure about anything no matter how clear the message was. So maybe Alex had an affair in the past—i don’t know; i’m just saying that she probably hasn’t had an affair since she started working as a politician—a person that probably shouldn’t be having affairs, because, in her case, at least, that could blow up in her face. On the other hand, maybe not, but looking into that would have to wait (most likely) until the affair led to a new relationship—not the relationship that, sadly, could be better.
You understand, of course, that they can’t leave their wives (men) but that doesn’t mean that you can’t leave McCord, who, for some reason, still thought making a song out of the country Nigeria was funny—even if he knew better, now, than to try and convince me that the human race has been evolving more quickly since leaving the African continent due to the intelligence required to live through the winter. That was the argument, anyway. But you had to consider, too, that, the African people were every bit as forced to avoid a heatstroke as the European people were to freeze to death. You must consider, too, that it might not be so easy to farm in a desert—which in and of itself requires a certain degree of computation.
you don’t want me—you want a st. pauli’s girl (a beer once labelled by a blond and blue eyed white-skinned woman) and, at one time in my life, that might’ve been true; but that was before i realized that the intelligence i was looking for excluded a lot of people: it was a truly rare thing—rarer, even, than a st. pauli’s girl. Now, I know what you’re thinking: what you really want is a st. pauli’s girl with an above average intelligence as a bachelor, of course, i’ll take it—such a woman might drive me to an affair, but, on the other hand, a woman like that wouldn’t be right for a man that wants, more than anything, to represent those that haven’t always had the chances that every st. pauli’s girl, in fact, might’ve had. Incidentally, and, i think, in part, because of this, st. pauli’s girl (a German) beer wasn’t sold domestically, and now it isn’t even brewed in Germany—it’s made, strictly, in the United States.