mitch
bow or bow? i think of dogs and i think of bow ties. i've known a few people to covet the first and others to sport the other. both seemed like acquired tastes, each of which struck me as out of my range of interest.
wade through the paperwork, only to find that it will still be weeks and weeks before anybody gets back to me. haven't they heard of phone calls?
crush, i haven't had one of those in a while. can't say i miss it. can't say i want it. can't say much about it except maybe, well, my favorite kind is orange
intense is the word i normally use when i feel at a loss to explain some overwhelming feeling. actually, the last time i used it, i was trying to describe to a friend how i felt during and after i had finally seen van gogh's self portrait in person....it was probably one of the most unsettling experiences i've had recently. the fact that 'roses' wasn't too far off on a nearby wall didn't help much...
i rarely if ever try to predict anything. i tend to get most things wrong. like that time i predicted that that game would end with me winning....didn't happen...never does...
like held someone's hand? or a doll? something that is held is taken to one's heart, i believe or at least that's what i think of. could be wrong. that's been known to happen on occasion...being wrong that is.
station makes me think of train stations and placement in life. on trains...i love trains. something that would have never occurred to me years ago until a friend told me about how he had traveled on them. its glorious...as for station in life, always as a point as to where you are...now that i think about trains, i feel like moving...
...the town red? paint it black... paint like...there's no tomorrow? i think of covering things up. a light coat of paint over nails, something sparkly and shiny and not at all like the grim and residue that collect underneath.
huh, not much to say about this one...maybe because i don't ever think about plaid unless i have to, like now. don't wear it and generally consider it an eyesore for the most part. just seems like too much going on in one spot. but, well, i suppose i'm simple that way and can't fathom the awesome that is inherent in plaid.
is what saved me as a kid. in the middle of the night, there was a call in program where, besides playing all kinds of music that i had never heard, gave people the chance to talk about some of the things that were troubling them; not a therapy session, but it definitely gave us night owls a sense of community that we couldn't find anywhere else.
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