A place for weasels, waffles, pancakes, bunnies and monkeys, as well as the occasional engaging biped to verbally wander, ponder, work up a lather, blather, get in a dither and discover but then forget to write down the meaning of life on their way to have a smoke & make a joke.
Drama prone, poo-flinging primates need not apply. Hall passes & haul passes freely granted. Passes at girls with glasses highly encouraged. 'Verbal warnings' & corporate nonsense strictly verboten.
Saturday, November 01, 2014
To My Love: Wish You Were Here
figuratively and physically. So many things I want to share. Good
things, 'wow' things, 'can you BELIEVE that shit?' things, hopeful
things, super secret hopeful things that I fear might die before fruition if I
speak their names aloud things. My fears, even. So many of them I shared with
you and bared myself to you in ways no one else has ever known.
But mostly things, both random and important.
Thingful things. Silly things.
Wish you were here so that I could whisper them to you and feel safe in knowing that they were in good hands.