A recent phone call; not a word has been changed...
I say, "I've taken the liberty of writing you prose. If anyone carries the capacity to understand it, certainly it's you. May I read it then?"
"I suppose. But only if it's not painful. You should always save pain for daylight."
"Sometimes I'd see you in the distance, moving along like a golden chariot." After twenty minutes of such eloquence, she began to feel exceedingly attractive. She was tired and rather happy, and eventually she said: "Allright, you can kiss me if you want to, but it won't mean anything. I'm just not in the mood." Delight swelled, brushing over his face, and the words were lost in the realization that everything he'd said was true.
In response to my feeble attempt of embracing sadness and offering poignant prose, she responds, "Oh well. Yes. You are depressed, aren't you!?"
"It appears that way, yes. But don't you know I'm like this?"
"Yes. I think so."
"It suits me though, yes?"
"Admittedly."
5 comments:
omg! m rice, stop writing about me! ;)
I don't think you're on the west coast my friend...mwr
Do I even need to say anything?
Nikki,
You could not be more correct.
Dearest Dawn, who I miss so much and can NOT stop thinking about,
I will be in Slidell on those dates... I think. I'll call you, since your number is one of the only 4 that I have memorized. My email is broken, by the way. There might be a Satanic Cult meeting we could hit up on the 20th... I'll keep you posted, though I'm sure you already know the details! :)
Oh boy.
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