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I'm tired and this is where it's okay for you to hold my hand while I rest beneath an orange and silver sky and dream about where we'd be right now and the most beautiful thing we saw was on top of a mountain (one of the two peaks of Mt. Kilamanjaru) and there were clouds everywhere and in this moment without you that's all that I can craft from an icy fog.
So there's that.
Meanwhile, I really, really hope that you're having fun with conservative conservatives like none other - did you get a tan, Pasty-Boy? =)
I'm listening to the entire CD of Immaculate Machine. Holy_Fucking_Shit. This is amazing like none other. I had some favorites listed, but I forgot them. You're right. Sometimes their songs do sound like each other, but after a while nuances come out and it's just a, "Wow." When you can't articulate and don't really want to, they're there so you don't have to worry. Your bubble won't be popped.
Thank you for being you, mon ami. I'm a little scared right now...that'll where off now. And until then I'll think about what we said: when you're here and I'm here then the minimum we can have is 'okay'. Let's build off of that, okay?
I miss you. Je t'aime.
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