Things and people happen in places and times.
There will be small horses on green fields and our feet will touch the ground and Metric's Hustle Rose will be playing in the background like the past, present and future merging into one. Perdone senor will be ringing in the air! Our stomachs will be tumbling in happiness and the air will smell like gold in the air of summer like how it has been (and will always be), but clearer and "now-er" and to get there, we will enjoy and make the most out of it and the time is
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YET TO COME
and good times and great people are always
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Don't forget that you got tissue paper stuck in your ears when you and Arrate went to l'mono to see the Norwegian metal band, holing up in the couch and drinking ciders from Sweden on the sidewalk, looking up to nouveau-hip apartments with high ceilings. The Radio Dept, Moyua, Art After Dark, first-time punches, and sideway glances. Which came first? The golden memories or the writings on the wall? Does it matter? Or are all memories golden afterwards? Who knows! Just keep on keep on keep on riding the golden horse.
Friday, September 02, 2011
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Beautiful as always, as ever, as you. The golden horse's hair is black and its gold comes down from the crisp blue sky. Up and up before the lighthouse shows up from behind the slopes, Plentzia and the Shire and our Memories all merging into One Place and One Time. And all the rest can wait or happen because we'll grin at everything that comes, even the things that burst between our hands.
Nästa... Livet!
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