The opposite of war isn't peace, it's creation....

[alonelypainter]

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me . It can be anything you want- good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

Comments

[sparkleinrain]

what do I remember? hmmm. I remember getting drunk on the playground and listening in awe of amazing feminist theory and thought! I remember getting you out of math class and going to armitage park during footloose time. I remember "the gang" hanging out every friday/saturday at least.

[purple_kangaroo]

Sitting in the bar at the hotel creating change was held at, talking while waiting for jet.

[offloe]

Well I'll always remember 2nd grade when you asked me for my lunch money with your fist. Good thing I had a flamethrower and my friend "Butch". I got the non-violence lecture from my parents that night, without you I'd never be a pacifist. Such good memories.

[alonelypainter]

that memory brought tears to my eyes, you always have the most wonderful way of remembering the moments that really mean something. *sniffle*

LOL

[notomorow]

I think sitting in the prop shack chillin and havein fun...that and our first kiss...lol

[bloodbathlatte]

*you painting and drawing all over me
*walking around EWEB in the wee hours of the morning
*the Coast
*the fair
*sneaking you backstage
*you being my lover
*hanging out with you after Jesse
*Aimee Mann concert/zoo
*driving