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i'll tell you what i want right now. i want to lay in bed with you. we'll listen to elliott smith & hold each other. skin touching skin. we'll talk, too. & probably laugh. eventually sing. we'll wake up, go our separate ways. there will be no expectation. just a night amidst a number of other nights that could have been just as meaningless. but wasn't. couldnt we just have that?
and all of the children begin to scream. "what a beautiful denoument!", simply because they like the way it sounds.
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i'm learning to accept people just as they are. i am learning to stop wasting my time attempting to change them. the ones that are hopeless. whats more! i'm learning to tell the difference between the ones with potential & the ones that are lacking.
blah blah blah.
i say such meaningless things. no, really. i'm shutting up now. i just miss you.
okay, and! i read charles bukowski very often. he's one of the ones i'm beginning to accept. why is it that i feel like i have this unique very special power within me? that somehow, my love, my passion will be able to absolve an individual. change their mind? i'm still so young & naive. right?
but really, you need to hear elliott smith s i n g "jealous guy" by the beatles?. because he actually SINGS. i adore those who sing. i sing waltz #2 very loudly before i go to bed. i sleep smiling.
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you see. when i work fourteen hour days i have a lot of thoughts im forced to keep inside of me. thoughts i want to share. & so. i come home, i take off my clothing. i don my most favorite robe in the world & i sit in front of the computer. you see, this is the result.
i ramble. & i'm not apologizing, im leaving.
and all of the children begin to scream. "what a beautiful denoument!", simply because they like the way it sounds.
//
i'm learning to accept people just as they are. i am learning to stop wasting my time attempting to change them. the ones that are hopeless. whats more! i'm learning to tell the difference between the ones with potential & the ones that are lacking.
blah blah blah.
i say such meaningless things. no, really. i'm shutting up now. i just miss you.
okay, and! i read charles bukowski very often. he's one of the ones i'm beginning to accept. why is it that i feel like i have this unique very special power within me? that somehow, my love, my passion will be able to absolve an individual. change their mind? i'm still so young & naive. right?
but really, you need to hear elliott smith s i n g "jealous guy" by the beatles?. because he actually SINGS. i adore those who sing. i sing waltz #2 very loudly before i go to bed. i sleep smiling.
//
you see. when i work fourteen hour days i have a lot of thoughts im forced to keep inside of me. thoughts i want to share. & so. i come home, i take off my clothing. i don my most favorite robe in the world & i sit in front of the computer. you see, this is the result.
i ramble. & i'm not apologizing, im leaving.