ScareCrow,
I thought you should waddle down to the duck hole for a drink of water. There you may or may not find something to pique your interest. Perhaps a friend will meet you there and you can share a drink from the cool refreshing pool. Then fly off and find the flock where you were born and return to the Earth in the same preternatural way you ascended to the sky from above down below. It isn't unlikely or uncommon to realize at such an age a sense of general well being or as otherwise stated in the deistic contractual agreement what might come, in a roundabout way, to be considered a heart throb of the kind supposed when youth was abounding. Then, realizing the need for utmost discretion, you leave the flight of the flock and disguise yourselves as geese only to make love in the most intimate of fashions, thus fooling the world and it's contents into believing you were geese mating when in reality you were ducks mating. I don't know where it came from but the saying goes, "If it walks like a duck and it talks like a duck it must be a duck." Are you a duck? Maybe you should find out by spreading your wings and taking flight. Once you do you may realize you're a swan. Supposing you did realize you were a swan you might dance on the ice of the kings of old as you were a dancer of the courts of the Nutcracker.
Michael....
Lovely - the view from so high. Ever been high on cloud 9 with love...or something else. Maybe you can't tell what it is. The complexity of the emotional states of said intended author are erratic and elevated at best. It's difficult to say why or how or when it happened, needless to say that it did. I honestly cannot begin to fathom the reasoning behind the eternal mechanism that controls love or any of its counterparts. Maybe it's a little man behind a curtain imitating the wizard in that fitful land of Oz. Following the yellow asphalt boulevard, as it were, to the end of the rainbow where we'll jump over and land on the other side in a land of utter emotional carnage where the cities are torn down and the stockades thrown up. It's a land of utter desolation where unlawfulness is law and where survival is the game. So many broken hearts rain down from the sky, rent in two by the seasick lovers finding their way through oceans of insanity and heartlessness. I simply cannot believe in a world so round and pure. I wish you loved me for in that moment would be the chorus of a thousand angels singing to the heart of a man destined for hell. Suddenly a spark erupts from the Knight of Countless Tears and ignites the flames of my hatred for that unbridled passion which was so unabashedly rejected at winter's first glance and torn down by the ministries of the mind. I simply cannot decide if the life I imagined with the one I love, recipient of the letters from the mind, is what I truly want and if it is, is it what he truly wants. I really wish there were some way to know.
It can't wait.
That time I saw you standing in the airport I was aroused. I can't say what it was about the moment, or you, or me. I just know I was aroused. Your pants so casually brushed your legs and crotch, as if it were a daily occurrence. Of course I realize it is. Imagine with me for a second that you are a pair of pants. You see the most intimate aspect of a man's life...his genitalia. I envy your pants. Anyway I was aroused and I couldn't stop thinking about us. Then your flight boarded and I never saw you again. That time I saw him standing in the airport, I was aroused. It was right after you left. Something about the way his pants brushed h....
Time evolves the mind and the spirit of time.
Thinking on an elevated plane of existence can be tiring. Try to imagine dividing pi by a prime number and finding the square root of the sum of the division of that number by itself and itself. The answer came out to be something akin to courage but not dissimilar hatred or jealousy, not to mention any combination of the two. It then becomes a question of what I was thinking when I decided not to predict the future at a time when it would have been most beneficial to asses the nature of the love shared between two beings so dishonest as us. Let it go and realize what I'm saying. Wake up and understand the words I've written. Interpret them for what they really are. Maybe then I'll believe in love. Maybe then I'll believe that you love me. Maybe it's not what I'm looking for. We'll see.
Signed,
The Archangel
What would you give for your kid fears?
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