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Have you ever eaten a train, piece by peice, after you drailed it, with your...

Posted on 2006.04.14 at 17:10
Current Mood: calmcalm
Current Music: The Noises of the Painter Household. (their native habitat)
Branches break. It’s a cold, sick, ugly fact of life, but it’s true they do branches break. Branches break. You’re childhood friends are not your grade school friends are not your middle school friends are not your high school friends are not your college friends are not your life long friends branches break. And we know they break, but still in our infinite human ignorance we insist on wondering why they break. Did I change? did she change? Maybe if I would have given up. followed her to college. Been more been less played harder softer. Maybe. Maybe, but branches break. Branches break and we wonder why. Why they weren’t strong enough, why we weren’t strong enough. Were the branches weak or was the tree? or the roots of the tree? or the dirt the tree was planted on or if the water nurturing the tree wasn’t good enough wasn’t clean enough. Were we weak for hanging on so long when we knew things weren’t getting better? When we knew branches break? Or are we weak for letting go? Are we weak for breaking? Or are we weak for breaking. Because. Branches break. But still we insist. Who breaks branches? Her fault my fault maybe it was the wind was it something I said. Or didn’t say. Or didn’t say enough. Or said too much. Was it something I broke nobody breaks branches. Branches break.

But have you ever seen those broken branches, the kind that break in storms or divorces that won’t let go of the tree? Even though the tree, very clearly, very firmly no longer wants them. Will not feed them. Will not grow them. Will not hold them will not love them. Those branches? Those branches that break? When they will not leave the tree so they just die in its other branches, its branches that did not break. And when beauty and spring bring foliage to the branches that are still held, that are still loved. These branches. Have none. Because branches break. Even broken branches break. Even branches. Break.

Yeah, old pal, they do.

Anyway, so I haven't updated in awhile, but alas, do not fret, my readers, I have been busy accomplishing this, or at least that is what I am telling myself. The artistic kick I have been on as of late refuses to give me any relief, but perhaps it will, upon completion.

There are some people who I really wish would treat their boys better, because they have no idea how fcuking lucky they are.

On a similar vein, of boys, Ethan did something kind of funny at work. He blurted out in the break room, "I love you!" (and it *was* exclaimatory).

Everyone stares.

He turns slowly around and says, "OH! Wait! I don't...because I love...someone else...I already have a boyfriend..."

Everyones eyes open wider.

He says, "I mean...I have a boyfriend...who's a girl..."

God Ethan. Good Save.


And in honor of that, a breif vid of him handing me popcorn, as absurdly and artificially as he possibly can...


Anyway, I suppose for now, I will bid you all an "adieu"...untill next time, and Ethan's hot enough I don't feel compelled to leave you with any more hotness, you might die.


crazy_julio at 2006-04-17 03:52 (UTC) (Link)

You are not Adm Boughton.
Jared Bowers
boykooties at 2006-04-17 03:59 (UTC) (Link)
I hold no pretense to be him, either. I hope it didn't come out that way.
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