canyon2007
Swing and sing and sweater days are sure.
This place is loud. All the screaming paintings and the silent statues. I leave knowing "The Night at the Museum" is real.
This is a damn subject that we could argue for fucking days--is it good to once in a while curse? I read a study once )had to have been a Harvard study because it was so believable) that cursing lowers your risk for heart-attack. So the maxim should actually be: A curse word a day keeps the fucking Dr. away.
I am a man. I am told that means I have a one-track mind. But we all know that cliche is bull shit--created by a woman who only thinks about shopping.
He forgot to get her flowers. He forgot to get her chocolate. He forgot it was Valentine's Day. But he will never forget the blonde that shared a momentary flirtatious glance. And he went home remembering love occurs in moments--not prescribed holidays.
So we argued poetry and it's function. Is it more the expression of feelings or the solicitation of emotions?