Loveology
(please-ology, i'm-sorry-ology)
it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch another’s, and your dear strong fingers clutch his heart, as mind in time not far away; if on another’s face your sweet hair lay in such a silence as i know, or such great writhering words as, uttering overmuch, stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;
if this should be, i say if this should be-you of my heart, send me a little word; that i may go unto him, and take his hands, saying, Accept all happiness from me. Then shall i turn my face, and hear one bird sing terribly afar in the lost hands.
” -e.e.cummings
this fits my life, at this present moment, alltogether too well.
well, fuck;
that was kind of a blow to the stomach there, buddy.
i am kind of sick of taking care of drunken fools, and i need to find some really solid monologues.
aside from that, life is good, and life is happy. sometimes i need to remind myself of the most basic truths - “i am responsible for my own happiness”. usually, that can ground me, and make me feel better. i am responsible for my own happiness. i am responsible for my own happiness.
today has been a good day.
Eighties night on P3!
i love my friends.
i love my old friends, i love my new friends.
i love my friends endlessly.
love
Humanity, I love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
its there and sitting down
on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity
i hate you
