when i love you so much, when we’re all in it together, when we allow the sun to shine
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on our sex and feast and joy like a rolling wave of grâce à; when gifts on gifts on giftssss so you dance and dance again your sing. now, get your back off the wall!!! the flowers are twerking. And this is The Last Dance.
For when you have a Randy Marsh Burger with some tegridy stank sauce on it at the wurlitzer jukebox diner; where candles proliferate, effluent, fountainous. Say hi to the corn stalks, the geese sirens, the electrical howl.
If I keep a green bough in my heart, the singing bird will come.
–PROVERB
If you’re in a henley at your desk, hourglass going, and fresh off of doing some dishes, 7:45pm, saturday night.
–applause -plause, live for thee applause -plause, live for thee … when you’re up to quarantingz in WWC and spring sprungs and RAM is nigh and climbing up the mountaintop is the only–
when the soup is *on*, isn’t it. how do you kill a spider, and está une serpente? who was that downstairs? it was me. now reverse it.
When I fall asleep among the angels and irises to dream my dreams of you, when a marching band of burst-open stars, when a call comes in for aide, when a hunt’s fresh complete, when a balladeer in the afternoon–wear a pair of your best glasses
When the power players converge and the plan is to save and there’s a spoiler on the loose and people wanna go see a star war, but you just want to sprout your cases and turn off one light and embrace the other. When your letters of love are on the table and ready. When love is all there is.
When fire-breathing, count your money, count your blessings;
For overtime and pyrrhic losses after a visit to a sad place, cut with piping hot fries and the receipt of a stringed gift. For a visit to E.R. (but only the first four seasons), the morning after a late-night catharsis. For when you really need to rewatch Buffy.
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