A whole two times in a row,
I have somehow managed to put you in words,
so to speak, and adequately (or did the word
occur?? you said it, not me!). So now
I'm like a gleeful little shit at the science fair,
at the ribbon for his clichéd
papier mâché volcano! No,
it could be the best feeling in the world
at the moment, to try pretty hard
to put something
that means something, into words
- to try and succeed! by the way
- about someone you think is anyway
"That is so me"
, meaning you.
when you're not sure
and you're not confident, but
you feel a strong feeling towards
the meaning you're trying to get to, or get
across - and then they tell you!
Damn that was courageous! Right? And
From now on,
the risk will be run
of me taking more
and greater, unwarranted,
increasingly reckless risks
and flights, or anyway, leaps
of attempted description of you. Which
is not easy to do, even without the handicap
of this gigantic vanity with which
you've saddled me. Until finally,
inevitably, at some point you'll be "like
You keep getting further and further off
on these. Come back to earth man, ground
control to asshole:
Return to base,
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