when all the good times have faded from memory and the symphony only knows one song somewhere everything will make sense and there will be angels all around with dark mascara and cures that will make me beautiful enough to make the mirrors cry and then...only then, can we drink and stare at each other thru the window and draw hearts where our breath has made a canvas and i'll turn you on, and you'll turn me on and making love will be as wonderful as our whispers in each other's ears. someday you'll understand, or i'll understand, and just maybe the world will crack and love will be the thing that holds our heads together like glue--for us to be happy i'll gobble pills and bare my soul and learn to sing if that's what it takes....suicidal or paranoid or just dizzy but dreaming of you and what we could be forever until the sickness wins--or would it in your presence? maybe not--maybe happiness would save the day and ease my mind and know that i do love you.
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::sighs:: Gosh, you always find a way to make me think about love the way you do.
my new job is seriously kicking my ass (it's been a loooong time since i've been a server)
i've also been spending quite a bit of time with twigtech .... so far everything's good .... my crazy hasn't come out of hibernation yet, though. we'll see if he can hang when it does
i haven't changed my cell number .... just so you know
take care, my King. i see the work pours abundantly as usual.