None of you are very good
Goulet
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Everyone strips off all their clothes
and runs very-very naked through
the very-very naked streets in
the driving-poor rain and the
wind and the blizzards and
the leaves that fall to the
lonely ground each and every year,
and that is what life is like,
isn't it so boring?
isn't Everyone's life so boring?
and Everyone shouts,
and Everyone blinks,
and shouts and moans,
and loves and has lots and lots
of sex,
and Everyone thinks and wonders
about God and gods and goddesses
and dresses and antique boutiques
and all that stuff that isn't quite so
ordinary
or ornery,
and Everyone and
Everyone's lover
go to sleep at night and sleep so tight,
and hold each other so tight,
and read each other to sleep
with books that they never understand
or do understand a little too much
or they think they do and
think they are lovers
and in love and never bitter,
but then money gets tight and the winter
comes around and the harvest dies off
and Everyone is thinking
about moving to the City or even
maybe the Suburbs or even worse,
somewhere Everyone can't get to,
and Everyone goes outside and
tramples around in circles,
lost and beautiful and marvelous.
and runs very-very naked through
the very-very naked streets in
the driving-poor rain and the
wind and the blizzards and
the leaves that fall to the
lonely ground each and every year,
and that is what life is like,
isn't it so boring?
isn't Everyone's life so boring?
and Everyone shouts,
and Everyone blinks,
and shouts and moans,
and loves and has lots and lots
of sex,
and Everyone thinks and wonders
about God and gods and goddesses
and dresses and antique boutiques
and all that stuff that isn't quite so
ordinary
or ornery,
and Everyone and
Everyone's lover
go to sleep at night and sleep so tight,
and hold each other so tight,
and read each other to sleep
with books that they never understand
or do understand a little too much
or they think they do and
think they are lovers
and in love and never bitter,
but then money gets tight and the winter
comes around and the harvest dies off
and Everyone is thinking
about moving to the City or even
maybe the Suburbs or even worse,
somewhere Everyone can't get to,
and Everyone goes outside and
tramples around in circles,
lost and beautiful and marvelous.
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thank you.
i really do hope that things are getting better - you aren't feeling so depressed.
in any case, please don't stay away so long. please.
and i'm not so much depressed as i am horribly depressed.
snarf.
you're stuff just flows so freely and beautifully, like ee cummings but without the ADD.
ps Hip Hip
yeah after i wrote this i realized i kind of riped of "Anyone lives in a pretty how town" but i don't realy care
Hip Hip
while i hadn't intended to flatter but rather to offer my most humble and sincere thanks - if it is flattery that you want, than it is flattery you shall have. i will suffer the consequence of it gladly.
a day without goulet is like a day without sunshine - but i suppose it can't rain all the time.
looking forward to your next post and hoping that happiness is waiting just outside your door to cover you with kisses and beg forgiveness for staying away so long.