"Two seedy, drunk[en dyke]s on swings in a children's park at 1am"
A 'Frin Doust Productions' Installation Piece.
(We.. understood each other. I'd almost let myself forget.. forced myself to forget.A 'Frin Doust Productions' Installation Piece.
I apologise.
Kind of missed you.)
Ugh, there's so much that I thought I'd remember but I don't. I guess 12 cans isn't too bad for one night (I found another in the morning on my way to the OM - getting posters from Peta, my left hand slightly sticky and green from where the alcohol spilt on me when I picked it up). -Feeling slightly hypocritical, but I won't apologise to myself (yes I do things I don't believe in; deal and move on, self).
"You are an innocent."
I've heard that twice, recently. Once from the drunken stranger [David] on the bus stop bench.. and from her. She who knows me better than most anybody (perhaps only bested by Kaylie)... that almost scares me.
Something along the lines of "Tora; god of [nudity in] physical theatre" and Steven "In league with Amanda"
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What about the concept of the "Consolation Prize" [almost an oxymoron] ?
The statement 'Impossible to quantify' [in everything it could ever be apply to] comes to mind.
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He is what you deserve and I... I must go.. leave you to your happiness and find myself my consolation prize (between a rope, a knife, a bottle or a teddybear).
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It's 'anachronism'.."temporally incongruous" "eccentric" they all apply.. except, there isn't yet a time in which I belong.
Unique, like all [human]s.
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I wonder if any of my friends ever stumble upon this would they understand the references? Could they place the moments? Would they even recognise themselves through my eyes?
Perhaps I'm just trying to be clever, but it feels like living vicariously through myself.
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Please,
I beg,
let me be
that consolation prize.
Because you deserve the earth and I have only one heart to give--but if you're inclined to settle, if you're willing to give me your light,
I would let it fill me and so burn from the inside out, throughout even the darkest night.
I
love
you.
Consolation? You are the Grand.
On a pitch black night the human eye can see a single candle burn from over a kilomiter away...
Love, I can see you from over 14,000 [the rabbit reflects you to me].
And one other thing, my angel--it is called "my life" not because of Tim. But because Shannon had never seen my handwriting--they were a set, Frinadoodle, My Love and My Life. As the first was for you and the second was an excerpt of writing, writingwritingwriting the soul of my being, and it was SECOND...
Well. I think, we think, he thinks, she thinks, we all know what that means.
I was being silly anyhow.. it..
Thank you.
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