Oct 18, 2005 11:02
Tell me something startling, something almost true. Tell me something like how bugs migrate, or snakes molt, or you eat cheese when everyone is sleeping. This is all I want from you.
Don't act like it's so much. Don't act like my friendship means so little to you that this is an inordinate sum to pay for the privilege.
Or do. Do. Go ahead and do it, loudly and boldly. Flip lawn chairs and scream at me with little words that offer no insight into me, yet reveal you like a billboard across the moon.