I now know how to be sad and not be weighed down by grief at the same time.
I dont remember what i started out to say, maybe it was about love this time as well.
Or about touching imaginary noses etcetera. I liked all that. It made me happy.
Reality checks make me stable, though.
I liked knowing love.

IM REDISCOVERING MY LIFE AS A GAY PARADE because of the love, the poetry i can spot in images again, the words that wouldnt come too hard or too jarring, because of sweet inebriation, because of rainy glasses and i dont miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind anymoreeeeeee.  JOIN ME IN BEING GAY BUT BYOB.

MY BLOGMATE HAS A DOG WOOF.

its neither of the two but its good enough anyway. :)

quoting from S's blog:

And my heart is a-beating and my soul is air

And my face is a little bit locked in your stare 

 

 

whatever can get more beautiful?

the lives and times of Mr. S.Weevanosa.

sums up the sparse loveliness of it.

=)

You make me smiiile like the sun
Faaall out of bed sing like a bird
Diizzy in my head spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night

You make me daance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild

Ohh you make me smi-ile

(allhailunclecracker :))

i wouldnt be saying this but i am stoned.
axetrip rules.

why i wouldnt be saying it is there's a huge irony in those words.involving a hurt ass.

and the pun in this whole thing makes me chuckle, which actually means im laughing at myself.

somebody on the other end is nicely trying to analyze me, if i am thinking rightly of him. if i aint, he's just a chut.

oh and by the way, i love you, i love you.