dear ______,
you're so beautiful and decent. i've reached my infatuation quota for this life, but it's incredibly comforting to co-exist with guys like you. i don't even want to meet you because that would involve brushing my teeth and making myself presentable. and then i'd probably have to say stuff.
but anybody who can make this reality seem like less of a sucking wound, zoned for mourning, misery and loneliness gets a place in my totally not creepy or at all innappropriate head shrine. err, shrine in my head.
today was one of those days where i slept weird hours, so my perception of time is a mess. plus at 7 pm it was rainy & grey and could have passed for 9pm in november. and then by 8 pm it had cleared up and could almost pass for june. i've seen people i haven't seen in months, forgotten about people i've spent every waking hour thinking about. old, stale energies have ****ed off and there's a sense of newness about.
goddamn, i am becoming infatuated.
but that's okay. it's one of the only time chemicals do a convincing job at portraying the soul.
i have to write and put my band together. today i sponsored a gymnast with peanuts.
i was in wal-mart the other day, and that crowded house song came on, and the "there's a battle ahead" line was like a call to arms. right there for the nescafe to see. it probably sounds ridiculous, but i'll go seizure for seizure with joan of arc any day.
and it's my movie, so i say i'm destined to be the paper crush of solitary dedications.
thanks for everything. i guess there's nothing i could say here that doesn't go with out saying. but all the best.
xoxo
cleetus
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