Thursday, August 17, 2006
drunken post, please ignore
i love you. love you love you love you. love the way you think, love the way you talk, love the way you dress, love the way you just are. love you love you love you love you. i love the way it's ok. and it's no big deal. love you. love how easy it is to be with you. and without you. love the way you've grown, love the way you've changed and haven't changed. and love the way you believe everything you're told, but you also take it with a pinch of salt. and love the way you look. i know that's shallow. and fuck that. fuck it. i love you and i love your life and who you are and who you'll be. given time. left alone. you'll be fucking amazing, you will. and i love you for it and that's as drunken a statement as i will make as drunk as i am and i love you and can i say that again. i. love. you. you're fucking great, you are.
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ok, if anybody can tell me what the hell i was on about i'll buy you a beer!
ReplyDeleteI don't know, BUT it scans well and I enjoyed reading it, and that was enough for me.
ReplyDeleteDo I get a beer now?
From Kerouac's Belief And Technique For Modern Prose:
ReplyDelete"3. Try never get drunk outside yr own house "
you, my girl, are not allowed beer, and you, mr shep, are staying in the cryptic zone, which was, as i said, best avoided.
ReplyDeleteno beers bought yet.
Damn! Exile!
ReplyDeleteI am allowed beer, (in moderation): Stout, Guiness etc, apparently the perfect drink for pregnant laydeees.
ReplyDeleteok, then it's yours!
ReplyDeletenow, will we make it before or after baby comes??
does root beer count?
ReplyDeleteis that what kerouac was on about?