for the last few days I have been
incommunicable. passionate, and
completely intoxicated. I fell
into a traitorous heavy likelove
for (lucky)lanny. it feels like
time is stopping. I am completely
wired. a shock to the preverbal
underbelly. (this is I, in love with
him.) lanny, my insides are a mess
with likelove for you! my
heart is a wreck. and my
color is getting to close
to yours. our chocolate bronze
would lose us in a room
of pennies. we are not
in a strict position. we are
more like an echo bursting.
but it only tastes like red
and light burring.