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Saturday, August 30, 2008

And there's this inter city-actile, R, bi-continental manboy, rarest of barnyard birds whom I met--whose breathing and beauty kicks your ass and you cannot believe the world has produced such creature as this ever. Squirrels over shoes madness at night in the air and pools of quiet on the the most sudden, of sudden nights stillness...eyebrows lapse into an up and down raising, can't help it. Faces in range see the bother of my insider illness, those that can't feel in the dark are not retrieved ever from our hearts or how better to say--they remain there even past memory. Leaving out much? You dressed in your plaster black jacket, collars & bracelets, invisible and wild and wildly unlikely but what better explanation to a traffic stop dream shiny as water on my brick path today--and so much to explain and nothing covered; you are one!!! Yeah and so you know I'm a little weird. Thank that sand man and your nose. You must be and so be he.

AND, you who live lofting beyond gravity in terms so unmistakeable and clear that pussy cat's safety pillows are deployed, and no mistake. Purr's a wish they are and you are so much of what I can't tell what its like a year later, and i am running on not full again; oops now I'm going to write under threat of majestic melt down, or pure sentimental horse radish--could be both. But in any event, sister sensation H, you make me wanna type. Gurl, you so got it in you. Endure. Prevail.

And you, my forest creature P friend of the falling trees, house out of harms way again.

And YOU, outta arm's reach and outta mind, on account of how I totally keep you for granted. M is for Marriage, and mustard and mayo. And what is my name again?

And leaving out a lot of people, I can assure you. What's it like having so much going on so right that I can't even see straight. No way to recieve it all in a thousand life times. Running into Amber and Josh on the street in B'ham like that's ever so casual and easy. And now me so scared to go to Raj. I cannot believe my twisted faith in the unexplainable.
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