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November 20, 2005
I'm not alright. I'm not alright. I'm not. All. Right.
Talking with Brer tonight after work made me write an essay until 4:15 in the morning. It's over there. I'm sorry, Brer, if it makes you in any way uncomfortable. I hope exactly what I mean comes through in it because, you know, fuck, I love you, and just because I am the most worryful person I know doesn't make you any less awesome.
I listen to this song called Dynomite by Ima Robot. Ask me to send it to you. It's romantic in a scary having lyrics about cumming in people's hair kinda way. Or something. Okay, it constrasts that kinda shit as "the way life is" with "you" which is the person you love and it's like "No, I wanna wait for someone like you, to make my life so DYNAMITE! Turn my darkness into light! Make my world so shiny-bright! Make my life so DYNAMITE! You got me going nowhere, gonna EX! PLODE!" Okay, maybe the last part of the chorus is dirty too, I don't care. I love love love love love love and I'm tired but I love dammit and here I am writing about it so fuck you and fuck you all and I'm going to go to bed and I love Brer and I'm going to run away and live with him someday so fuck you.
Fuck.
(See, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire didn't have to be like that, but still, it had one use! Come on!)
Posted by poetfox at November 20, 2005 04:20 AM
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