I want you to want me. I need you to need me.
Every muscle struggles to find
its definite place. You,
standing next to the orange tree,
the summer sun beating everything
into the same motionless blur.
We come so we can rest.
We work for what we mean
with only our bodies.
its definite place. You,
standing next to the orange tree,
the summer sun beating everything
into the same motionless blur.
We come so we can rest.
We work for what we mean
with only our bodies.
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I'm proud of my brother. Very proud. That's all. My enthusiasm superceded my desire to proofread the comment because - oh wait - it's LiveJournal. Not exactly a forum for sophisticated, intellectual, well-punctuated exchange in most cases, if you know what I mean.
And for all you know, it may have been a neologism.
Not only did your comment not accomplish anything, but doing something like that is rude, juvenile, and lame. So I'll be more fastidious in the future if you grow up: don't correct other peoples' spelling unless you're an English teacher. Especially online.
Thank you.
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I'm curious as to why you felt so compelled as to come all the way to my LiveJournal and leave a comment, when you could have just left it ON my comment in Brian's journal, where I still would have gotten it.
I hope you feel PROUD, additionally, for putting me in my place, because that was what you were trying to accomplish, correct?
For you information, no, it could not have been a neologism, because new words do not come from old ones spelled incorrectly. I don't even know why I bothered to correct your spelling mishap when Brian has them all the time, but shitty spelling online is a monster pet-peeve of mine. I'm sorry that you felt that it was your personal responsibility to make me feel like an idiot. In case you were wondering, that was not the case, but instead, made me understand yet one more reason why association with you is pointless ( ... )
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