Not TOO long from now, but that doesn't matter. We can celebrate it WHEN EVER. HOW EVER. The ancients will at first turn their heads and rub their beards intimating "the wrong way" but then the strands will tickle their fingers and work its way into their hearts and though stubborn they'll eke out a "Maybe..." and we'll say "WHAT EVER" and without the need to say it its reason will be on display, can't think about the maybe when this is so much fun. (don't say that it may make it fun-less) we'll have to see about that (that we will!)
Gabe is on the upper-deck, far up on mount olympus. While looking for the gods once there he feels an intrinsic link to his "past". Oh! into the stream, down the valley and there's villagers, mock befriendship. He says, "try and pull me down into the water." "FUCK! It's like pushing an anvil!" "I'm suspended mid-air by a string, you are pathetic. Besides, why would you want to drop me on a poor caricature's head?" "It might be pertinent!" "It seems more perfunctory, whatever, i've got pseudo kung-fu tai chi to do. Ugh."
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when is it anyway?
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"FUCK! It's like pushing an anvil!"
"I'm suspended mid-air by a string, you are pathetic. Besides, why would you want to drop me on a poor caricature's head?"
"It might be pertinent!"
"It seems more perfunctory, whatever, i've got pseudo kung-fu tai chi to do. Ugh."
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its busy being grown up
but i love and miss you more than you can imagine
besitos
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