nic,

i am lovesick...swimming in a desert in search of soul-quenching
water...but there are not many who live and breathe this allways...my
dear anima sorella...one more drop of rain will melt me like the wicked
witch of the west. i feel like joining a circus and making friends with
the little people with their hobbit like features. swinging on
highrises, balancing with nothing but concrete below. perhaps i'll hop a
train, and sleep with the horses for a night. where did my magick carpet
go? i forgot where i saw it last...

i am stirring, crazy. at times, i feel i have wings, and at other
moments, i am no longer my Self, but a mixture of mud and past
memories...

and i wish i knew you...inside and out...for i want nothing more than
for a smile to be so broad on your face that your cheeks wish for a
break...and i wish that your daisy-doorstep was only three paces from
mine, so anytime could be time spent with you...but you are the smart
one...leaving this town...i think i stepped in a big pile of bubblegum
and there's no leaving this culdesac now...

i love you tenderly...and i apologize for not being at Quaker Steak
lastnight...i'm going to go steal my self a teleporter so i can
magickally appear at your side whenever i wish...let's move away to
Amsterdam and build a cafe like willy wonka's wonderworld...we'll never
leave...what's the point?

*s*

take care,

hope to see you soon...

p.s. let me know when you're having your dinner with Joan...Wednesday,
Jeremy and i are going to see Lord of the Rings: Two Towers, Thursday, I
have to finish the rest of my Christmas shopping...idunno...let me
know...

12/17/2002

Posted on 12/17/2002
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