Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Really... I was wordless...

So I was going to go the cheap-o way out of today and just tell you to go visit Lisa because she's all Fooked Up. Besides, she has far more interesting things to say than I do.

That is until I read Cail Marlo's post tonight. Now this is a topic that I can say alot about... in fact in the past I have said alot about it... and actually so have others. There really is not anything new I can add to what has already been said except for this...

It's hard to sit at the end of the day alone. Nothing... not a television, a computer, an internet connection, a webcam, an e-mail account, a forum, a game, a refrigerator full of coke (yeah... thanks dad), or a beer... can ever replace the comfort of someone's hand on your shoulder infusing you with the warm gooeyness associated with the emotion known as love. When that hand isn't there... but the gooeyness remains... it is eventually overtaken by an ache so achey not an entire factory of Icy Hot could get that ache out. It is that ache however that reminds us that we are... above all the things that we are... alive. Being alive, regardless of how bad that ache is, will always be preferred to not being alive simply because while the ache may not be there neither will we and therefore we do not have the opportunity to once again be enveloped in gooeyness.

Yeah. Go read Lisa. She's more interesting than me and my fucking retarded analogies.
Posted by New York City's Watchdog :: 9/06/2006 01:04:00 AM :: Permalink :: 4 Bones Added to the Pile

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