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I can feel fall coming in early summer, everything is dying around me...and I, I feel fine...
Remember in Mary Poppins when she recommends a spoon full of "sugar" to help the medicine go down? Don't you find it kinda odd that the kids became really motivated to clean the house after that, and at an unbelievable speed may I add, curious...
So me and Liana (or Liana and I for all of you who are watching anime in your parents basement at the moment) are staring clinicals tomorrow, which for those of you who haven't been listening is basically us waiting on old people hand and foot as part of this medical class we're taking. I will never allow myself to get that old, we've already agreed if either of us get to the point where we can't shit on our own, or if we start talking crazy, saying things like "Give peace a chance" or "Woman should be allowed to vote", then we are to smile, nod slightly, then promptly smother each other under a pillow...
Fuck, I have to go to a family reunion this weekend, i'll have pics to show everyone just how old and rinkly and...old, all my relatives are. So look forward to that, I just hope my dad doesn't drag me back to Illinois with him, which he'll probably try to do. I mean being homeless sucks, but as long as I have friends who'll let me crash at there place, i'll survive, but with my dad and his fits of pent up aggresion he's built up over the years due to his tiny....................intellect, it will probably lead to me being maimed and tortured throughout my senior year in High School, so how about vote No on proposition 2 and vote Yes on the Kiss My Ass Doctrine...besides there's something here that I just couldn't find anywhere else...a good sandwich maker...speaking of her, here's yet another poem, sorry but it's the only thing i'm good at, give me a break...hopefully it'll make up for the sandwich thing... ;)
I do not love you as if you were a rose, or gem,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms,
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you perfectly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep...
Remember in Mary Poppins when she recommends a spoon full of "sugar" to help the medicine go down? Don't you find it kinda odd that the kids became really motivated to clean the house after that, and at an unbelievable speed may I add, curious...
So me and Liana (or Liana and I for all of you who are watching anime in your parents basement at the moment) are staring clinicals tomorrow, which for those of you who haven't been listening is basically us waiting on old people hand and foot as part of this medical class we're taking. I will never allow myself to get that old, we've already agreed if either of us get to the point where we can't shit on our own, or if we start talking crazy, saying things like "Give peace a chance" or "Woman should be allowed to vote", then we are to smile, nod slightly, then promptly smother each other under a pillow...
Fuck, I have to go to a family reunion this weekend, i'll have pics to show everyone just how old and rinkly and...old, all my relatives are. So look forward to that, I just hope my dad doesn't drag me back to Illinois with him, which he'll probably try to do. I mean being homeless sucks, but as long as I have friends who'll let me crash at there place, i'll survive, but with my dad and his fits of pent up aggresion he's built up over the years due to his tiny....................intellect, it will probably lead to me being maimed and tortured throughout my senior year in High School, so how about vote No on proposition 2 and vote Yes on the Kiss My Ass Doctrine...besides there's something here that I just couldn't find anywhere else...a good sandwich maker...speaking of her, here's yet another poem, sorry but it's the only thing i'm good at, give me a break...hopefully it'll make up for the sandwich thing... ;)
I do not love you as if you were a rose, or gem,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms,
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you perfectly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep...