jubilee.

I found a favourite commercial! I believe it is an advertisement for Sprint.
&also, this:

closer to my age.

I like that when two people enjoy one another, nay, love eachother, perhaps even more than themselves, they wed.
I truly do.
I also like that with a forehead covered in salty sweat and hands pricked by grass clippings, I could not love my father more.

Critics, beware! Dare to stand up & shout, "hooray!"

Yes, sir, you have let me down.
&i do not understand the sincerity in your ambiguity of shadows & silhouetted promises.
Your words of charm vapourized like the steam above my mug of tea.
I find it fitting to confess that it was my fault in part:
&even though it has been thundering&lightning&raining, [all at once!?]
Look! The forgiveness that has drenched my bones,
Has dampened your feet too.


Happy Birthday, friend.

temporary agreement of lease.

"I hope that you are a disaster. I`m sorry, but I do. I hope that you are thunder and lightning. I hope you are a forest fire, I hope you kill the dead wood and burn off the rotting leaves. With the canopy gone, the sun can get in. You need new growth. I hope you`re terrible and broken and perfect." -asw.

The Love of the Last Tycoon

"It takes more than brains. You writers and artists poop out and get all mixed up and somebody has to come in and straighten you out." He shrugged his shoulders. "You seem to take things so personally, hating people and worshipping them -- always thinking people are so important -- especially yourselves. You just ask to be kicked around. I like people and I like them to like me but I wear my heart where God put it -- on the inside." F. Scott Fitzgerald

Riding Home.

"You may not remember the time you let me go first. Or the time you dropped back to tell me it wasn't that far to go. Or the time you waited at the crossroads for me to catch up. You may not remember any of those, but I do & this is what I have to say to you: today, no matter what it takes, we ride home together."

on June twenty-first.

"Oh! The infinite curiousities of arctic blue popsicles, chlorinated swimming pools, and sunburned sleeps; the waking up after the moon and riding bicycles barefooted down the dusky streets that smell of laundry detergent and six different colours of life."
I`d like them all.