2001-08-24
12:48 p.m.
we talked about love and he was stubborn and godawful Israeli in his insistance religious in his belief (dangerously strong conviction) and I think sometimes love can't be bottled or written in prose so i remembered it in some stupidity i'd made when i loved an angel and it was a sobering feeling. i was so upset by the reaction (that i lost my angel to the sunset) i couldn't believe what i'd ruined previously with intuition, but recently with libido. I never want to wake up when i'm dreaming you love me. depression sits on a shoulderpad and the quality of reality deteriorates. please let me try to explain to him that his love isn't the timeless unique or perhaps his love is more unique (and less universal) but sometimes the epics are written within and the wars are fought in our backyards but the lips i'm kissing make it worthwhile... I want to push something and fix everything, i need to prove/demonstrate it to myself. i am lovable and more than the blonde in red with the ghetto booty and the awesome tits. don't try to wine and dine me; romance is an invention. just prove my best friend can remain a friend while being a love/friend/partner and i will raise a glass and i will sit beside my friend until i perish.
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