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Want
"Want."
Go ahead. Say it to yourself five or ten times in a row.
"Want want want want want want want want want want."
Now put "I" in front of it. Say that five or ten times in a row. Go ahead. We're the only ones here. I won't tell.
"I want I want I want I want I want I want I want I want I want I want."
Are you ready to scream now?
I want to rock climb with Paul whenever the hell I feel like it.
I want to sleep 'til noon, order pizza for breakfast, and drink red wine until the sun fucking sets.
I want to drink more red wine after it sets, until I'm feeling purple and happy enough so I can go to sleep. Then I want to wake up at noon again, and take my friends out to brunch.
I want to play rhythm guitar in a rock band while I split lead vocals with my boy Rosol, playing small-to-mid-sized clubs with our own small but loyal fan base.
I want to climb Kilamanjaro with my dog, Seth.
I want to have one completely coherent conversation with my autistic brother, if for no other reason than so that he can know how much I love him, the little bastard.
I want Kat to show up magically, after being AWOL for 8 years, on the playground in the middle of the woods where we used to go after school to run away from everything.
I want to beat the living hell out of anyone who's ever deeply hurt anyone I've ever deeply loved.
I want all the people I've ever known who've shaped my life in such a positive way that I look back on them as demigods but who have, through the miracle of modern life, slipped through my fingers and are now gone -- far away -- to come back for even just one night.
I want my father's colon to magically heal itself. I want his liver spots to be nothing more than little liquid bubbles that go away. I want to have a father when I'm 50.
I want to spend night after night telling stories to a person I call Flo-Dogg 'cuz it brings her some semblance of peace, hoping that someday she'll be able to realize someone can love her fully and unconditionally, without causing her unimaginable pain and suffering and hurt.
I want my grandfather back, you son of a bitch.
I want I want I want I want I want I want I want I want I want.
I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish.
There. I almost feel better.
Why don't you try it?
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