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My computer speakers beep. I have recieved a response from Andy caucazn ninja:
"So what is the monument going to be?"
"I don't know. We won't know until we're done. I know that it will hold beauty, and that's all."
Flash forward.
A black pickup truck is stuck amid a dark field, the light cast from its headlights being the only source of guidance for three young men, all digging, all obscured by a large plume of light brown dust.
They are digging a foundation. They want their lives to extend past their own existance, and they want remnants of this lifetime, entombed within this fantastic structure they all conjure in their minds.
Johnny, he digs fervently, his pace ever quickening.
Johnny digs because he treasures friends, and the moments of brotherhood are not permissable in the daily grind. It is only when he is with Tony and I that the bond forms, that unity is established. He digs for the feeling of brotherhood, no other ulterior motives present.
Tony digs for brotherhood as well. He also digs for Shannon. I make it a hard time for him, but he likes this girl, and he is slowly owning up to it.
The guy who is conducting this ill-advised excavation, Dustin, digs away. For him, this is an embodiment of perfect love.
Because he has perfect love.
Because the love is so far away, and deserves to manifest into something eternal. This shrine.
Because sometimes words lose their meaning, and this hard work will produce for him, and for him, a gigantic symbol in the center of their universe.
Because perfect love isn't obtained by many, and because it is a lost art.
They work, with red eyes, grit between their teeth. They joke, but are serious.
"We commit thirty days of on-site labor, and then we'll look at what we have." Says Tony.
"If we wanna stop then, we can." he goes.
"And if one of us wants to push on, regardless of what the other two want, we all have to." he says.
"We're gonna drag each other through this." I concur. I nod.
We all nod.
This is no joke. This is what people may call insane. We hear coyotes in the distance.
Someone will say we live with our heads in the clouds. We say we can build a lift to get us to the clouds.
Is anything ever really intangible?
I've been striving for what I believe in ever since my heartache-inducing confession to Krista, months ago.
People have been ridiculing me ever since my heartache-inducing confession to Krista, months ago.
And I could give a shit.
In a world of standards and regulations, we are the anti-norm. We're not self-righteous, we just believe the mold is cast too tightly, and needs to be broken.
Who established common logic anyway? We'll make it more expansive.
We'll make it conventional to want to erect a shrine, from the ground up.
We'll make brotherhood a domesticated occurance once again.
Because reality doesn't mean the same thing to everyone.
I can make a dream, reality.
Perfect love from afar can manifest into reality, we can be perfect together.
And our shrine can stand for as long as we let, and as tall as we want it.
Because it's not incongruous; our limits are ourselves. And we know no boundaries.
"So what is the monument going to be?"
"I don't know. We won't know until we're done. I know that it will hold beauty, and that's all."
Flash forward.
A black pickup truck is stuck amid a dark field, the light cast from its headlights being the only source of guidance for three young men, all digging, all obscured by a large plume of light brown dust.
They are digging a foundation. They want their lives to extend past their own existance, and they want remnants of this lifetime, entombed within this fantastic structure they all conjure in their minds.
Johnny, he digs fervently, his pace ever quickening.
Johnny digs because he treasures friends, and the moments of brotherhood are not permissable in the daily grind. It is only when he is with Tony and I that the bond forms, that unity is established. He digs for the feeling of brotherhood, no other ulterior motives present.
Tony digs for brotherhood as well. He also digs for Shannon. I make it a hard time for him, but he likes this girl, and he is slowly owning up to it.
The guy who is conducting this ill-advised excavation, Dustin, digs away. For him, this is an embodiment of perfect love.
Because he has perfect love.
Because the love is so far away, and deserves to manifest into something eternal. This shrine.
Because sometimes words lose their meaning, and this hard work will produce for him, and for him, a gigantic symbol in the center of their universe.
Because perfect love isn't obtained by many, and because it is a lost art.
They work, with red eyes, grit between their teeth. They joke, but are serious.
"We commit thirty days of on-site labor, and then we'll look at what we have." Says Tony.
"If we wanna stop then, we can." he goes.
"And if one of us wants to push on, regardless of what the other two want, we all have to." he says.
"We're gonna drag each other through this." I concur. I nod.
We all nod.
This is no joke. This is what people may call insane. We hear coyotes in the distance.
Someone will say we live with our heads in the clouds. We say we can build a lift to get us to the clouds.
Is anything ever really intangible?
I've been striving for what I believe in ever since my heartache-inducing confession to Krista, months ago.
People have been ridiculing me ever since my heartache-inducing confession to Krista, months ago.
And I could give a shit.
In a world of standards and regulations, we are the anti-norm. We're not self-righteous, we just believe the mold is cast too tightly, and needs to be broken.
Who established common logic anyway? We'll make it more expansive.
We'll make it conventional to want to erect a shrine, from the ground up.
We'll make brotherhood a domesticated occurance once again.
Because reality doesn't mean the same thing to everyone.
I can make a dream, reality.
Perfect love from afar can manifest into reality, we can be perfect together.
And our shrine can stand for as long as we let, and as tall as we want it.
Because it's not incongruous; our limits are ourselves. And we know no boundaries.