...wearing midnight blue wool gloves...mom is right, as always. and that, too, passed.
...as it is a circle, you will always come back to a beginning point and can then decide in this long long long long life (hopefully), how you want the second time around to be... and the third, if the other party is that blessed to get on the merry go round with you for a fourth, fifth, or even sixth time around...not sure...i suppose there are people in my life with whom i associate only one, huge, continuum...i never doubt them, they are a backdrop and a basis and air and water and without them life is not life...there are other people who are better off with smaller tastes, smaller bites, smaller circles...because it seems they can't get on the ride with you right away and often float in and out of life like soap bubbles, bursting at the first signs of pressure...and that's fine. so maybe you complete one circle...kill time on an island... and then get back on, at which point someone has to decide the pace, the shape, the extent, the gravity and the capacity of this new wheel...rickety is for the 19th century...and i'm trying to make a Venn D with you, Ladrón! Cabrón!...Reluctant Campeón!...not float outside the color wheel, all alone, and only yellow...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ArI26I9rip0
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