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The stubborn bunny on the grass
Chews thyme and cud and sassafrass
And though when he left she was irate,
He knows that somewhere is his mate.
And though he’s grown and happy now,
His inkling was there was somehow,
Some way, some will, some errant chance
That they could have another dance.
Apart, they trundle down the road
Though furry, they’re not meant for cold
Yet struggle proudly on their way
They know that still, there’s Hell to pay
For life is hard, and feelings too
And everywhere’s a bugaboo
A man now, he thought: “She’d I protect
Though we’re colder, older, parched, and wrecked”
And felt her out there in the grassy fold,
Just waiting for the one to hold,
and kiss her quickly on the cheek
Quite gently, though he’s never meek
He’s always bold, he’s just obscene
And quite indecent with his queen…
But that’s because he’s a fighting bun
Though tender to his little one:
He loves her little retard laugh,
Her frizzy hair, the curve of her back
He loves her smile, her pinkish lips
And grasping firmly on her hips
To suck on two things, also sweet:
Her bulging glands of titty-meat.
And she knows too he still exists
That cunning trans-Atlanticist
Confused, confusing though he be,
He’d had a grand epiphany:
Became the one, through work and sweat,
Inside of him the day they met.
And yet I struggled to say what I mean
So here’s a view that’s now a dream:
My hair you pet, my thirst you quench
And whether speaking Czech or French
The two of us, a perfect pair
Of fuzzballs, lazing in our lair
Or on the grass, under the sun -
There nuzzle big and little bun.
He know things now are not the same,
He left through the door, and he is staying
And yet, he’d heard ringing in this name:
“Elizabeth Rose Ryder Bain”.
http://i.imgur.com/nwj0LXU.jpg Us
http://i.imgur.com/Yn98iWw.jpg Me
http://i.imgur.com/DvNja3v.jpg Puppies
http://i.imgur.com/BRVfKiu.jpg Cat
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Do you remember when we used to play LittleBigPlanet? I just found your girl.
Liz, I know I hurt you. It's not for my benefit that I want to talk to you. I think that that was the most beautiful experience either of us are ever going to have, and it would do you good to talk about it.
I don't think you understood how retarded and goofy that was. I did that same exact thing to so many women from online dating -- it wasn't the fact that it was you specifically, just that you were a woman in the area. I'm not my cell phone, and I'm not a bunch of shit I type when I'm fucked up in the middle of the night. I left like a nut, yes, but I clearly realized I had made a mistake, and in a reasonable timeframe. Your entire life since what happened was based on you misinterpreting a bunch of text messages.
I miss you, and I always will. What stuck with me is how we talked, and yet we never really got to talk. Back then there were a million things we both liked that we talked about only with each other: Ranma, Raistlin Majere… when I left, we both lost our favorite conversational partner in the world.
I'm not a wild animal. I've stopped taking Ambien, because it made me one. Obviously I can accept not getting back together. I freaked out initially -- I loved you -- but at the end of the day I'm a resourceful guy and I'd contact you if I really thought it would help. I'm not delusional, nor would I risk legal issues to talk to you. Instead, I'll just leave this here.
We should reminisce as friends. It is wrong to share something so precious with someone and then never talk about it again. I can guarantee I'll talk normal and wait for responses. If you see this, message me and tell me it's okay to talk to you -- as I said, I am not interested in any risk.
I think you lost something too, Liz, and I don't know if you actually want to find it but there was a better woman there once. We both miss the girl you were. If nothing else, we can heal our hearts.
John
Chews thyme and cud and sassafrass
And though when he left she was irate,
He knows that somewhere is his mate.
And though he’s grown and happy now,
His inkling was there was somehow,
Some way, some will, some errant chance
That they could have another dance.
Apart, they trundle down the road
Though furry, they’re not meant for cold
Yet struggle proudly on their way
They know that still, there’s Hell to pay
For life is hard, and feelings too
And everywhere’s a bugaboo
A man now, he thought: “She’d I protect
Though we’re colder, older, parched, and wrecked”
And felt her out there in the grassy fold,
Just waiting for the one to hold,
and kiss her quickly on the cheek
Quite gently, though he’s never meek
He’s always bold, he’s just obscene
And quite indecent with his queen…
But that’s because he’s a fighting bun
Though tender to his little one:
He loves her little retard laugh,
Her frizzy hair, the curve of her back
He loves her smile, her pinkish lips
And grasping firmly on her hips
To suck on two things, also sweet:
Her bulging glands of titty-meat.
And she knows too he still exists
That cunning trans-Atlanticist
Confused, confusing though he be,
He’d had a grand epiphany:
Became the one, through work and sweat,
Inside of him the day they met.
And yet I struggled to say what I mean
So here’s a view that’s now a dream:
My hair you pet, my thirst you quench
And whether speaking Czech or French
The two of us, a perfect pair
Of fuzzballs, lazing in our lair
Or on the grass, under the sun -
There nuzzle big and little bun.
He know things now are not the same,
He left through the door, and he is staying
And yet, he’d heard ringing in this name:
“Elizabeth Rose Ryder Bain”.
http://i.imgur.com/nwj0LXU.jpg Us
http://i.imgur.com/Yn98iWw.jpg Me
http://i.imgur.com/DvNja3v.jpg Puppies
http://i.imgur.com/BRVfKiu.jpg Cat
----
Do you remember when we used to play LittleBigPlanet? I just found your girl.
Liz, I know I hurt you. It's not for my benefit that I want to talk to you. I think that that was the most beautiful experience either of us are ever going to have, and it would do you good to talk about it.
I don't think you understood how retarded and goofy that was. I did that same exact thing to so many women from online dating -- it wasn't the fact that it was you specifically, just that you were a woman in the area. I'm not my cell phone, and I'm not a bunch of shit I type when I'm fucked up in the middle of the night. I left like a nut, yes, but I clearly realized I had made a mistake, and in a reasonable timeframe. Your entire life since what happened was based on you misinterpreting a bunch of text messages.
I miss you, and I always will. What stuck with me is how we talked, and yet we never really got to talk. Back then there were a million things we both liked that we talked about only with each other: Ranma, Raistlin Majere… when I left, we both lost our favorite conversational partner in the world.
I'm not a wild animal. I've stopped taking Ambien, because it made me one. Obviously I can accept not getting back together. I freaked out initially -- I loved you -- but at the end of the day I'm a resourceful guy and I'd contact you if I really thought it would help. I'm not delusional, nor would I risk legal issues to talk to you. Instead, I'll just leave this here.
We should reminisce as friends. It is wrong to share something so precious with someone and then never talk about it again. I can guarantee I'll talk normal and wait for responses. If you see this, message me and tell me it's okay to talk to you -- as I said, I am not interested in any risk.
I think you lost something too, Liz, and I don't know if you actually want to find it but there was a better woman there once. We both miss the girl you were. If nothing else, we can heal our hearts.
John