Love is life.
Love is pain.
Love is the grotesque beauty of a bloody, broken man stuck up on a cross...
Love is a paradox.
Let me know if you ever figure it out.
Happy vamlumtimes day...
Saturday, February 14, 2009
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Everything and nothing. They're both paradoxes. Love is both, it only depends on who you are and how you feel it.
... and no, I haven't figured it out. I'm just saying...
.....i never really understand the things you write on here....
i'm just sayin'...
that probably sounded more mean and heartless than i meant it to.
let me rephrase, what i meant to say is: whatchu talkin 'bout woman??
Oh, Kyle. How mean and heartless!
...I'LL IMPROVE ON YOUR METHODS!
I think you know exactly what I mean.
I just went back and read what I wrote. It's either brilliant, or stupid. And I think it all depends on who reads it at the time.
Kyle.
That was even meaner and heartlesser.
Hey...you'd better come home when I'm on spring break...come get stuck in traffic during the masters with us....
maybe you should just come down to charleston then?...cause it's awesome....and that's where i am...
not augusta...
I don't want to go up to Charleston! I want you to come down here.
i think you are geographically disoriented...
I think you are both confused. And I think we all ought to go to Brighton, and go sea bathing.
Confused? Never. Jeremy and I always communicate well...don't we?
....I would love to go sea bathing...
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