escaping a name is the color change i look for.
one day, my love will know the hardness of her teeth,
and she can whisper quietly, smiling, at my bones.
embrace the heavy-handedness of our dialogue,
either past or present; there is no such thing in love
because we only see each other's futures.
caring, in the hole, pushes me to find what i believe in.
you too.
you know, i was hoping to write something slightly up-beat
after the rather "wahwah"-esque horror show of that last thing,
but i think i ended up beginning with something not so nice.
if it comes off that way, do not fret, because, i mean,
it really is about my continuing quest to understand what love is.
in other actual news from my life,
sean came to visit, and i had a great week.
so i can walk around with my head up for a bit longer,
until i realize it truly is too cold in my room or that
i waste pretty much everything.
oh, i signed up for insurance.
they want proof of my citizenship.
future american wife, please apply here.
i have this bad habit of visiting LA and drinking way too much,
like more than i did even in undergrad/grad school,
like more than i really ought to,
like i make really horrendous decisions that half my friends are like
"that is too funny" and the other half are like
"may god have mercy on all our souls, because you are an actual human being
and you are speaking these words."
oh well, i only get drunk once or twice a month anyway,
so i might as well go all out, or whatever.
i currently have in possession some old home video tapes,
because apparently i am an historic loser and not just a spontaneous one;
if you care to check them out, well, you will have to come to irvine
because they are on these little cassette tapes that are ridiculously efficient
and can hold i believe infinite amounts of data.
Foster the People is better than you might think.
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