Miss you. Much to tell. Much to talk about. No time. Feels like there won't be again. So much finality around lately. I don't like finality. I'm a sequel person, an epilogue kinda guy. I want something more... but there isn't.
"How You Tore Your Dress, What A Mess . . ."foolsplaintJuly 13 2006, 05:53:21 UTC
Like some rabid medieval bishop I'll grant you dispensation, but under two conditions:
1) Hate dissipates in the face of beauty. A bit of Raga verse couldn't help but soothe any given savage beast.
2) Go out on that wonderful balcony of yours and croon Danke Shoen in your best Wayne Newton, remembering that despite all the whirling and craziness, you've made your way into a world where any verse which might be missing from your pen can be found wound throughout the people surrounding you. At least that's how it appears to me when I read your words.
I pray you're enjoying art camp and look forward to hearing stories from your great aunt retold in your vividly emotive voice.
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1) Hate dissipates in the face of beauty. A bit of Raga verse couldn't help but soothe any given savage beast.
2) Go out on that wonderful balcony of yours and croon Danke Shoen in your best Wayne Newton, remembering that despite all the whirling and craziness, you've made your way into a world where any verse which might be missing from your pen can be found wound throughout the people surrounding you. At least that's how it appears to me when I read your words.
I pray you're enjoying art camp and look forward to hearing stories from your great aunt retold in your vividly emotive voice.
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