Realization. Revelation? Truth? Delusion? CRUSH. Just another. Over and over AND over again. Definitely. This excitement and unknowing bliss is as real now as it was the past zillion instances. OH....and he has real nice glasses. Time for me. Time for you. The REAL delusion is time. Surely it is not WHAT you do but HOW you do it. Potentially...but alas my character is frayed and frazzled and in-transit. Critical of the transformation, unsure of the destination. I hope for flowers and stability and rivets AND maybe even a working bath plug (i.e. the most sound 2 dollar investment in months. MONTHS.)Letters! I owe oh-so-many of you letters. Quality correspondence laced with lyrical laments of love and longing. Vicariously shall I experience far away places through you and you and YOU. Thank you much. And now I must go to the west coast. No choice. Here I come, pen pal (H)! Eh...give it a stint of necessary savings and smarts.
Urgh...my bedroom walls are SO white. White like my skin....not paint chips. And really the wall is blue. Call it white guilt, I figure it as a lack of variation. Boredom. Uncomfortable comfort. Multi cultures in an unappreciative locale. Challenge, change....blame? How did the alleged racial hierarchy come to fruition? Strange....from this vantage point...black IS beautiful. The pigment is most enviable and it breaks my heart to consider bleach a beauty routine. Why OH why? You ARE beautiful or didn't you know? Very strange, indeed. I speak my truth. Thee very truth.
The derby? Mostly inspirational. Desire skating without tail bruises or wall hugging. AMazing.
And YOU, sir...your phobias and anxieties are nothing close to my business. BUT....get out...challenge and break the cage. Why? Cause exploration and bonds are the stuff of a spicy-like life. REAL bonds. The kind that alter the composition of the soul and shatter expectations of what it means to be alive. HA...mirrors likely necessary when writing of such things. And K, enjoy the carefully crafted linguistic missteps and explosions. For you. For me. For oblivion. Now and ever.
And YOU, sir...your phobias and anxieties are nothing close to my business. BUT....get out...challenge and break the cage. Why? Cause exploration and bonds are the stuff of a spicy-like life. REAL bonds. The kind that alter the composition of the soul and shatter expectations of what it means to be alive. HA...mirrors likely necessary when writing of such things. And K, enjoy the carefully crafted linguistic missteps and explosions. For you. For me. For oblivion. Now and ever.
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