brb, suffering from artistic envy
Sunday, 15 February 2009 20:39![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Oh, man. This poem, this fucking poem:
Lies I've Told My Three Year Old Recently
Trees talk to each other at night.
All fish are named either Lorna or Jack.
Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose.
Tiny bears live in drain pipes.
If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky.
The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago.
Everyone knows at least one secret language.
When nobody is looking, I can fly.
We are all held together by invisible threads.
Books get lonely too.
Sadness can be eaten.
I will always be there.
Raul Gutierrez
Also, since it's now after Valentine's, I feel 100% less sappy in saying that I love you all so much. Delurking was one of the best decisions I've made. Thank you all.
I don't know if it's a bit of a lie to say that I will always be here, but I'll try, and it won't even be that much of an effort because I really want to be in this lovely, non-corporeal space filled with squee and sparkles and some of the best people I've met, A+++. ♥
Lies I've Told My Three Year Old Recently
Trees talk to each other at night.
All fish are named either Lorna or Jack.
Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose.
Tiny bears live in drain pipes.
If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky.
The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago.
Everyone knows at least one secret language.
When nobody is looking, I can fly.
We are all held together by invisible threads.
Books get lonely too.
Sadness can be eaten.
I will always be there.
Raul Gutierrez
Also, since it's now after Valentine's, I feel 100% less sappy in saying that I love you all so much. Delurking was one of the best decisions I've made. Thank you all.
I don't know if it's a bit of a lie to say that I will always be here, but I'll try, and it won't even be that much of an effort because I really want to be in this lovely, non-corporeal space filled with squee and sparkles and some of the best people I've met, A+++. ♥
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Date: Sunday, 15 February 2009 13:04 (UTC)no subject
Date: Sunday, 15 February 2009 14:12 (UTC)... THAT WAS MY READING ANYWAY.
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Date: Sunday, 15 February 2009 13:35 (UTC)ALSO< ILU BB. I'm glad you delurked and I delurked and we met while talking about Brendon dancing to the Spice Girls. I never looked back. :D
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Date: Sunday, 15 February 2009 14:09 (UTC)(Brendon totally wanted to be Baby Spice, y/n? But Ginger was the one he had a crush on - Posh scared him, and continues to do so to this day.)
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Date: Sunday, 15 February 2009 15:56 (UTC)no subject
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Date: Monday, 16 February 2009 05:44 (UTC)no subject
Date: Tuesday, 17 February 2009 21:57 (UTC)P.S. I feel like each line of that poem could turn into a short story or another poem, too. Neat!