i just lost a grande poetic rant of absolutely nothing perhaps to you, but to you!... it could have meant a wolrd of diffrence. sweet sweet agel slice pieced together bits fo everything i abhore or was that adore. diffrences waering thin like the condoms they dispense, like sugar for your coffee. odd how they bpth stimulate the means. university indiffrences brought to an end through alcoholic beverages where mistempered weapons of choice are bragging rights. still amongt this scenery of flesh and fish if there is still the imagination of ourselves, this time i swore i would change this time i said it would be diffrent, but this time i feel i know the dioffrence so lets go at it again, but this time with a lover.
groundhogs day and everything after, i'll learn only when i realize my faults, i cant when you tell me. i dont listen to you , you know that. its the parental syndrom where we ignore you dispite the precautionary speeches and lectures an rally's a;; for our safety. you and i are the same, we just coem from diffent houses, diffrent belieffs... sometime si leave yours and enbters heres or his. all in all all is the same and i still love the way you bring...to me... a smile.

cher holly, i know its been shitty taht we havent kept in touch as much as we use too. i dont like it either.... we wont slip away... you have a promise from me. your closer to me than anyone here, which is a sad case on both our parts ;) i wont let you crazy gal slip away from me. two peas in a pot huh!
over here we've been watching a star trek 5 day marathon.. hahah! its great.
wonders with my father has fluctuated again with downcasting my character to that of a childs. ive been thinking about my self esteem and the lack thereof. due truly to my fathers constant put downs... so now we have another reason that dessipates a reconsiliation. and they always wonder why, that whole fucking elders are wise plague that hits with an ignorance stronger than oprah in a corwd of fully dressed cheeseburgers.
anyhow, thats my rant... we need to get together again. i think we could use eachothers insanity as a comparisant to give us hope that , at least were not a crazy as the other ;)
i love you hon, and what the fuck are you doing in edinburogh.. how was rome? I met a girl, she's a mother.. she makes me feel likean angel... and she tastes like honey. ;) hahah! im crazy arent i?.. well so are you. two peas in a pot.