There’s lots of stuff going on but nothing I feel like writing about because it’s all happy. Goofy, silly, sickening, dizzying happiness. I don’t often write about happy things because I’d rather just experience it.
! ! ! ! !
Yeah, I got nothing. I mean, I have so much that… yeah.
so, a poem.
Romeo and Juliet
If you will die for me,
I will die for you
and our graves will be like two lovers washing
their clothes together
in a laundromat
If you will bring the soap
I will bring the bleach.
–Richard Brautigan
2 Comments
April 14, 2006 at 7:36 pm
Very happy for your silent happiness. Hope it continues (the happiness, not necessarily the silence).
April 20, 2006 at 12:36 pm
Damn you and your happiness!
I want some…