where we write all that we know, all that we care... etched into the future from the past and present, scraping and clinging to the things that have made us who we are. names, faces, symbols of everything we have ever understood, stroking the glass and revealing a way for all to look through, but not to follow. everyone else enlists a fulfilled deviation from the rest, linking together the beautiful mess with focused passion. we spell out what we know, but what we form is something we will never comprehend. we who are many form one body, and each member belongs to all the others.
resonate rapture.
jericho prayer.
justice plea.
hands open.
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This is a beautiful sentiment, but I'm going to dock marks for the end because they sound like kung-fu moves (I DARE you to read them in an old master's voice and not laugh)
:P
next time we wraaaaaaaaaaaastle i'm gonna resonate rapture your chest. then hands open your knee caps, THEN justice plea your balls.
then jericho prayer your face with a wet towel. then give you a beer.
you keep your justice plea, and everything thing else, away from my testicles!
i'd love to get a beer sometime though... you ever gonna come to bc?
oh that's too bad, justice plea is a massaging technique.
ze plan is: on the way back from san diego, i may have an hour or two in van.
HOWEVER! since reading week is pretty much a week after i get back from that, if i don't have a job i'm just gonna mosey right back over, with your place as the goal destination, if'n thats ok with you. / i'm potentially going to a usa/canada hockey game. i've gotta find out more on that... BUT BC is imminent.
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