I've become more and more aware that never in my moronic existence will I meet someone that possesses the unworldly allure of your mind, and the ardor of your heart. You carry with you, the inviable vitality that consumes me with all the love I can ever comprehend. In that crazy head and heart of yours, resides the simple, most modest of passions for all the things that matter: our versions of art, or ideas of "importance," and our endless, tired less want to conquer.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Affection
I've become more and more aware that never in my moronic existence will I meet someone that possesses the unworldly allure of your mind, and the ardor of your heart. You carry with you, the inviable vitality that consumes me with all the love I can ever comprehend. In that crazy head and heart of yours, resides the simple, most modest of passions for all the things that matter: our versions of art, or ideas of "importance," and our endless, tired less want to conquer.
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The Observer
- MC
- I am not an artist. I am a curious observer. With the willingness to document my findings and my theories. Nothing less and nothing, but striving to be, more.
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