But for real, thank you to God for:
Bulford,
Xavier,
Mariko
Sheika.
You four have been nothing but kind to me, I feel blessed to know you I would give up my life for yours no doubt about it. You'll always have my loyalty, my heart, my understanding. I fully trust in each of your genius. Holy shit you're brilliant not for my words.
Sheika: the grace of your resolve and expression. you constantly do nothing but reach the very core of all things. it's all in the hips. you instantly communicate as I do--flash-by-flash, with me.
Bulford: & the endless song it comes from your eyes that everyone refers to they always refer to you as the boy with the eyes. My christ, your energy and LIGHT. singing in socks. no kidding Xavier loves you; you ARE a song.
Xavier: this is happening, happening, happening, happeninghappening. Song lyrics scribbled in the bathroom. The bravery of locking yourself away and the utter fluidity of your being on stage. the politeness of your strong emotions. your songs make me weep as I walk goddamn.
Mariko: I think you may have had enough of all this! I fear I'm making you blush! And the remarkable pathetic fallacy of your slipping sock. how do you do it why in lord's name are you not publishing novel upon novel how can you not SEE or at least admit to yourself how beyond excellent your writing & your very observations are???
You guys have this mystery and grace of house that you carry with you everywhere, naturally. I've never seen you without it.
I’m fully convinced that one gravitates toward people in this way for a reason. I honestly feel that I can drop anything, but anything from my lips and have it reach your ears. That’s not a small thing.
No part of me feels colonized, or terrorized, or threatened either when I’m around you or when I think of you.
haha! well then, just listen to me go on. It’s just not often that I feel safe, understood or in my element. we’re these elements. no joke for real, a pentacle by the nightstand.
Posted by caroline at April 9, 2005 2:53 AM