Of all the days. Of all the ways. You did it today. Like THAT. The only way you saw fit. The only way that made sense. But to me? It’s just another frustration that exhibits the outcome of emotional stunting and hermit tendencies. I could equally call out my issues and limitations, but self-hatred isn’t something need be practiced for I am already well-versed. It’s not a shock. I am aware of the possibilities and needs I am short of fulfilling. So for now I breathe deeply. I danced like I danced and then danced some more. Morrow, sir….morrow. Dealing with alleged grievances we shall. Outcomes likely pluralistic and fragmented. Our VERY relationship at stake you said….wow. Ok.
These past few 9-4s [AM] of musical intake rendered me exhausted and wordless, yet evidently enriched and thankful. Thankful for the sensuous passion via Company of Thieves, the irresistibly egotistical rage of Future Rock, the dependability of Murder by Death, the sensitivities via MC Chris, and down-to-earth nature of Maps and Atlases. Success. Yes, this is the look of success. Worn-out success, but success. Bonds were forged, discoveries were made, ear drums damaged yet again. Cheap za. Multitudes of wrist bands. Nicely done, DKB and KSP [it don’t break even, no]. Again and again. Paleeease.
You. You. A tentative answer to a horribly constructed question of snuggles and dedications of sorts. You. Brilliant and promising. The honest and goodness of this synopsis is that I need not such company though as of late I acknowledge desires that it be present. No pressure, pressure, PREssure. Be as you are. FANtastic and new and full of introductions in the flesh.
Couches. Off I zonk.
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