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| munkysaurus (profile) wrote, on 10-30-2021 at 12:32am | |
| Subject: Crackle fingertips upon the edge of thought |
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| Mr. J...J meaning journal. Did you know that "jour" is a french word for day and "nal" meaning daily, so jour-nal. Daily. You're name is really daily. Daily. You've been a friend for so long. Good and bad. A post, 20 years ago, described in such detail--the advent of a little brother. Received by a brother who was still, himself, such a young man. Girlfriends, you figured it out. They're people and you need to find a decent one. We shared allegory of the fall of Icarus, aspiring and burned, falling into the torrent river. Washing downstream. They don't talk about the fate of Icarus after his fall. A fool, sure, but learned in something of value. Well, Mr. J, you are the river now. You are the storm. The sun is your device. The world is yours. There is nothing stopping you, the world is yours. Rest easy, past self. Rest. I have you now, with tender, strong arms. Yours, Mr. J., a gentle soul somewhere in Andy's server. You listen and carry our message. |
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spud | 11-09-21 1:41pm <3 |
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