Love is a path to virtue for the brave, led by the beautiful; a great desire. If I am forced to say in simpler words, then be it: I feel a horrid hurricane of emotions running through my whiskers. I am excited for what could come of this: the possibilities are absolutely endless! Together, we could admire the dew that settles the morning after a storm, attend conventions (i'm a sucker for the Javitts center!) and play basketball on the weekends. Despite all daydreams, I am forced to wonder about the possible rejection. I fancy myself a bit more than an amateur at read signs and all signs point to this dog, but what if he just wants to be friends? It would absolutely ruin the friendship. Oh fragglebaggles, I'm not even watching the movie. How can I in this state of mind and emotion? On top of it all, that cardigan is accenting his infraglenoid tubercle in the most gentle, glorious manner!!! Oh, what to do? What to do, my friends! At a moment such as this one, I question the undeniable truth that I should have bought those goddamn fucking roofies from that German Shepherd - - just as a backup plan.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Loved Once For Ever Loved, How Surely Sounds; Yes, I Am Now, Become Love's Pantheist
Love is a path to virtue for the brave, led by the beautiful; a great desire. If I am forced to say in simpler words, then be it: I feel a horrid hurricane of emotions running through my whiskers. I am excited for what could come of this: the possibilities are absolutely endless! Together, we could admire the dew that settles the morning after a storm, attend conventions (i'm a sucker for the Javitts center!) and play basketball on the weekends. Despite all daydreams, I am forced to wonder about the possible rejection. I fancy myself a bit more than an amateur at read signs and all signs point to this dog, but what if he just wants to be friends? It would absolutely ruin the friendship. Oh fragglebaggles, I'm not even watching the movie. How can I in this state of mind and emotion? On top of it all, that cardigan is accenting his infraglenoid tubercle in the most gentle, glorious manner!!! Oh, what to do? What to do, my friends! At a moment such as this one, I question the undeniable truth that I should have bought those goddamn fucking roofies from that German Shepherd - - just as a backup plan.
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