one more yearcount it down with me... five four three two one HAPPY NEW YEAR! let's toast to memories shared, time spent. let's toast to mid-night conversations and mid-morning snacks. three cheers for your life for my life and for our paths intertwining... and intertwining... and... intertwining. three cheers for your life in mine. three cheers for month-by-month celebrations and art galleries and poetry slams three cheers for intellectual conversations and dinners and breakfasts the next morning. three cheers for surpone more year
artifical intelligencean idea. a general idea. an inkling, a presumption. i'm dancing around in circles again, fucking clueless. and whether i want to or not i will never be able to understand you wonderful, beautiful, perfect, you. perfect despite all your flaws because your flaws give you character because your flaws make me think because your flaws make you you. your flaws make you perfect, an oxymoron in itself but maybe i'm the moron, gone too far in analytical literature to remember those pictures, sketches, carvings on cave walartifical intelligence
melt into mesit back. relax. enjoy the ride, or rather, the lack thereof. break down those walls and expose yourself so you can hold my heart closer than you ever have before, because, i just want to be touched. i crave for those moments where my heart isn't the only thing being held close, where my body could just melt away into yours and this feeling is best expressed in a sigh. the kind of sigh that says, "i wouldn't trade this for the world" the kind of sigh that makes you feel invincible. the kind of sigh that, wieh combined with a small smile, makes you feel like you're imelt into me
Oh yeh, you should really get an awsome avatar, it makes you recognisable. And rock on Incubus
Alex
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thanks for the welcome, i'll put more stuff up soon.!
-vix
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