my boy wrote me the most ridiculous, over-the-top head-inflating, somewhat tongue-in-cheek, quasi slam-poetry birthday card ever, which ended up totally being my favorite gift. it's crammed full of in-jokes, but that's what 12 years (mostly) together will do. i share because i'm an exhibitionist. i stay loyal to his shit because of this.
SPOILERS! (Click to view) oh sweets, you are now 30 years old, and so strong and full of love and smarts and verve and nerve and _fun_ and (Tim Gunn), and _beauty_ and a strong sense of duty and wildness and child-like-ness and friendship, sincerity, uncommon knowledge, some severity of respectful variety, and playfulness, and pieces of crime, grime, an prime maneuvers of a most decent kind, and strength beyond compare, and some really cool hair (no matter what you ever think), and _sensuality_, my god, your goddess physical presence, your command(s) of the various regions of deference, grace, and incredulousness at all the mess that you face - close - and - far away, oh how you try to keep it all a play, a dance, prance, and romance with the life you have found, the ground you have called your own (even though, like slash, this is a world no of your own making), [did I say fun?] you keep it afloat, in the air, on the stove, in the fridge, on the docket, fueled by rockets, girl, you rock it (!), pop it & lock it, shocking the objects - inanimate and conscious alike, you act right, keep flames alight, _real bright_, quite nice (if I do say so . . . ), so, YO! your shit's the dope, the full scope of no-joke, really up and soaking in delicate fine wine, expensive delicious truffle stuff, rich and exquisite, open to visits: from angels & daemons both, friends (Romans), hangers on, wannabes, oh please! can't they see that you're beyond comparison, your own goddamn garrison, waxing and waning, so really poetic, truly prophetic, wholly eclectic (not to mention electric), mega-respectful, worthy of the hightest accolades, honors, pi-beta-alpha honorary parades, jewels, shoes, short tables and long cradles, lots of JT, living debt-free, hanging out with me as long as ye may . . . hey, what more can i say? Let's just put it that the generations approve of what you do, who you grow into, why Nicole's fueled with the food for the true, the ubiquitous all encompassing timelessness of forever-youth, how you can never be stopped, won't be tamed, can't turn weak; and ya stay in the game, because you have brain, much stuff sane, reach like a crane, teeth as well as mane, never idle, always vital, in sleep and awake, ready to take on the next state, of being, sight, listening close, and offering toasts and bites of delicate sweets to those you love most, and among them I'm happy to be, in loyalty as deep as the fuckin sea.
