and never brought to mind?"It's a pretty immature question, but where does all this time go? I mean, if time never stays with us it must be somewhere else. I want all the time I lost back. I'm not sure what I'd do with it once I have it though.
Audrey Kawasaki is so talented, Taylor told me about her. Aren't you just so in love too? She paints on wood paneling, just like Esao, although you don't see the wood panel in Esao's art.
For the past few days I've had wonderful, half awake talks with the Cave Dweller. They're really nice, and I really do enjoy them.
I'm much more open to giving sentimental compliments on paper, or screen, rather than telling him. I think the interweb creates this immediate gratification that leaves me at ease. If what I write, or type, isn't quite what I want to say I can just backspace a few seconds and I have a clean slate. If my words slip, I just erase. There isn't any of those awkward tripping over my words moments, although I do like them at times. It's sort of fantastic that, for once, I can say the right thing.
Earlier, I was talking about how I don't want someone to change for me. I don't want someone who will change to please me. Nothing is real when it's forced. Nothing is real, when you aren't real. I mean, if I just cut out all those romanticized words and just get straight down to it I'm saying "Just let me know you for once". Is that really too much to ask for. I don't really know how else to explain this.
For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne.
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