I'm really not sure if doing this is the right thing to do, because one of my principles is to never stick your nose in where it’s none of your business.
But, I find you dear, great in so many ways, and simply a person with them words that you know you would love to spend hours and hours listening to, and never ever regret you made a journey to meet. We might never meet. Most likely never will. But you’re always invited, should your travels take you hither.
Back to that nose sticking business.
I have seen you write about a man who has passed in your life, and you have written about him with quite some filter to it, yet you have mentioned him in a way which you might, yourself, not be aware of, but it is so intense, so immense, so beautiful and powerful. You write of him for the passer by’s of us which we are, as to not even notice him, but for someone who has noticed your utmost gallant and admirable, you see that bond which only the most delightful love can bring, and to me he has become very much alive. I don’t know him. Didn’t know him. I hope, very much hope you will find an even greater love, or already have. But he is like love defined, in words, in the few words you’ve mentioned him. Your words, about him, speak such a great deal about what a fantastic person you are, and what you want.
You’re just a very damn good reason to stick around on CS, you know! And if love doesn’t hit you within six months I’m going to drop my most lovely Sommer and come marry you all over Las Vegas, because someone like you ain’t right to be anticipating, you should be having them all over and around your place!
I imagine Imma being such a capable of punching whoevere's messing with her over the lousy foreskin with her highest heels in a very Modesty Blaise kind of way, Modesty being that coolest ever character who could beat a bloke out into insanity with just how good she featured herself.
She’s asleep now, on a totally different continent, and you know what? Somehow that makes an increase, in the knowing that she’s not at all aware of I typing this, because she’s within whatever dreams Sandman serves. It kind of makes me happier to write these paragraphs knowing she's not here to read them now. I dunno why, can not put my finger on it. Good ones, them dreams of hers, nevertheless, I hope.
I wish I was there, or I wish she was here, so I could be awake with her head resting on my chest, her sleeping body spread all over my own body is but a dream away, only, yet too far, and I want to hear her silent slumbering breathe, her every exhale making a warm invisible sign on my skin, I wish we were where I could glance at her beautiful face in that way lovers do, to look at her when she does not know I am watching over her, protect her from everything bad with every heartbeat of mine.
It is them moments when I feel the greatest love song is within me and possible to be written, for her, and I’m no damn musician, but such might does she inspire, and such a muse is she, that the spirit is uplifted and such love abound.
Hey, beautiful, when you wake and read this, I think I just wrote you my first love song. Many more to come.
It's about people desperate to be right who don't realize they are very wrong because they're totally missing the point with the pursuit making them oblivious to what's actually been said.
The X is you sat at a head of said table, but who would you pick to have at one fantastic, fabulous never ever forgotten dinner? Dead or alive, famous, infamous, family or friend, simply chose from your heart?
Yeah, but people leave half buckets of popcorn and Coke cans as they leave after the film, if you recycle the cans you'll get money for each one, and if you collect all the popcorn, you can sell it at half price ahead of the next run of the film. Loads of money to be made there.
I've had these 1AM all kind of odd cravings for food. Today, I felt like having a Chinese cabbage sallad, with some salt, olive oil, vinegar and just a tad of Chayenne pepper. It's not very normal so I'm probably carrying twins. Anyone interested in adopting them? I'm not sharing my food or any nightly snacks with anyone!
How the sod did you get hold of the business plan for this new company of mine!? It's been locked up in locker 23 at the central station ever since the first scribble on page one.
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Dru!
She's on my "people I admire list"