If The Eyes Are The Window To The Soul, I Should Have Gone With Anderson

Mar 31, 2006 02:10

Tonight is a big night for introspection, it would seem. Another book of Sandman and some rather unfortunate news.

The Sandman is good; it always puts me in a bit of a still, thoughtful mood. The other bit is rather less pleasant, but still -- provokes the muse, or something like her. Gets the wheels turning, gears grinding, so on ( Read more... )

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But then you'd live in Ohio and I'd have to lose my respect for you... brittangel777 April 1 2006, 07:13:02 UTC
Pookie, darling, you are a wise man and will be the better for this. I'd quote a country song at you, but maybe that would be overkill. Or just kill? :-)

Anyways, sometimes you look to the left and see that sitting next to the cigar is a pipe. With good tobacco. Which you never would have smoked if you had not seen that you didn't like the cigar.

She's cool, I'll give her that, but I'd wager there's someone cooler. And, surprisingly, you don't have to meet her at Taylor.

But, heartage and all that nonsense. This too shall pass, like knights in a ship. Loudly and not without some difficulty.

Its late, I'm tired, so sue me. You should be online entertaining me instead of leaving me here to write bad metaphors. Boo. Grr. Hiss. Sometimes a spit. And a kinky rrrrrrrr.

Heart, Your Wife-ought-to-be

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juliette139 April 3 2006, 04:31:28 UTC
I feel you on the "I'm not for thinking I'll see her like pass my way again." We may meet someone just as great, perhaps better in certain aspects, but this new, great person will never be that lost person. That thought is particularly sad to me.

Gots no advice for you friend. Just...I'm here, and I can probably relate pretty damn well to what you're saying right now. So yeah. I'm around. Call if you need me, and I'll coming running.

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