Oh, baby you're a classic - you're like a little black dress.
This is my first morning post, but I owe it to you my far-flung positive influence. A couple of days worth of this existential down-turn has been more than enough, I think. So today begins the next chapter of this nauseating to-and-fro story. Welcome to the life of a true mind-freak.
But it shall be a positive chapter. I owe you that much at the very least, and if this whole sorry state of affairs doesn't right itself then you will not be tempted to stick around longer, and we can't have that. I hope the picture you received from MPM on behalf of me was met with satisfaction. You are a special kind of torture. I guess that's why they say people like pain for pleasure. Me and distance have got beef, but we can bridge it through these words. Smile, kid.
Let's buy an island and take holidays away from the world. When we've re-charged our batteries we'll come home laughing in the faces of those who up and left us. We've got reason enough in one another to have broad smiles on our still-youthful faces. And when you have one positive, it follows that you should be able to build on this and create a pyramid of the things so that even if the top breaks off, the bottom will be wide-reaching enough to hold you up. The broad-base of optimism. Hot damn, I can coin a phrase with the best of them. I'm going to get so smart to you in person that you have no choice but to shut me up with kisses.
Do you remember how stupid studying films was at school?
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