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and Dobby and I are sitting on a rainy late afternoon in southern Georgia usa playing our memories like cards on the 'Athena 2026' playlist and 'rave on John Donne" comes on and all bets are off.
she's writing, and reading about how her writing is perceived by sam old man's device - it's the best narcissus device ever.
then another song comes on
"who will be your hook this season. what will be your hook this season
here we are. here we are...
why you trying to second guess me"
and I guess I am trying to second guess you
but back with 'rave on John donne'
you know how she bitched that she never danced in your kitchen like your bullshit cliche but true blurb on the bee revealed? well dancing is
the best
and she
knows you've done it
if not for anything - it would be
"crazy"
and asking the assistant ad if he remembered that song you danced to and he was like instantly
'crazy boss"
yeah
I'm going to chang this song. it's Interpol's 'slow hands' and I like it because it speaks of pure joy in playing and the cadence seems to sneakily musical nod change
and I
still
fucking love you
when I pictured
like I usually do with dan
my safe
when I pictured it with you - to loosen up
it felt like
a wormhole
an event horizon
an electric shock
and I wept
but
"we rejoiced that the herding is so painless from the distance of passing cars... you make me want to pick up my guitar and celebrate the myriad ways that I love you."
mine is a keyboard
buck
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