don't you love me anymore?

is drown still trying to get you over to his place for some of his sex gumbo?
 
yeah. I was wondering if we, the collective we love enough?
I always worried about devaluing the word love and I didn't say it enough. It's only recently that I have broached unconditional love. Hard. I can be hard.

Enough heavy.
 
I always worried about devaluing the word love and I didn't say it enough. It's only recently that I have broached unconditional love. Hard. I can be hard.

Enough heavy.

I read this as "bronchitis unconditional love".

Stoopid tiny iPhone screen... :mad:
 
I always worried about devaluing the word love and I didn't say it enough. It's only recently that I have broached unconditional love. Hard. I can be hard.

Enough heavy.

enough of the heavy...
 
I read this as "bronchitis unconditional love".

Stoopid tiny iPhone screen... :mad:
Thank goodness for the stretch. Surfing on the phone is best. I got to the train stop
This morning and realized I didn't have the phone. I had plotted out my morning reads and I was lost all day! No news. No phone. No clock. No train schedule. Lost.
 
he said, i will do anything.

i said, please stop loving me.
 
Love is nestled in the petals of your favorite rose. Go outside and look for it.
 
The wind and rain has ravaged my roses.

I have a single rose left in my yard. It is on a strange shrub that I thought had died. It is in the very back of my garden, between the lilac and the mock orange, shaded by the cherry tree, which is why it isn't thriving (I did not plant it there, it came with the house. I know better than to expect a rose to flourish in cramped, shady environs). So the rose bloomed more than a week ago. It has survived sheeting rain, wind, a few big thunderstorms. Yet it still hasn't shed a single petal. I wonder for how long? I check it every night when I get home from the office. Part of my nightime ritual of the moment, until the petals blow away.
 
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