You ought to know yourself free to laugh. Ought to know yourself that way, feel the extremities of what you are and how your soul you heart’s got breath, got worlds of life within however you can find it.
Damn her for striking that from you
Damn everyone who let it slide, keep sliding
Fuckin beyond stratospheric, you are.
You are a marvel of a man, that’s so. And see the thing about us beings on this earth is we’ve got capacities for flitting free, turning to something beyond what we’re told and given, imposed into aye? Thing is as well we’re quashed each corner that we turn, or the most of us are.
Meaning it isn’t everyone who feels this or reaches for it. Isn’t everyone can acknowledge the rightness in this reaching.
All the strangling you’ve been given, and still you remember how to breathe, still you open up your lungs when brought to the moment for it. Still you’ve got vision for what’s more than slammed upon you.
If I can give you cause for laughter, best believe I’m glad for it. Honoured too, that’s so.
I’d like to keep doing the same long as I draw breath. [ … ] It’s an aim. Eh, a dream I’d like to entertain and seize in my own hold. To keep doing the same as long as I draw breath.
There’s little better, little more important, aye, than to give breath to find breath or, aye, share a breath with those holding meaning.
With those who matter and hold mattering, and aye, I’m speaking here of you, Talik.
It’s fucking wretched, your not having cause to laugh freely
But we’ll fix that, eh?
It’s no small part of what friends and other than friends and other academic [ … ] co-adventurers are here for.
Nothing to be faulted. Nothing to be pressed. (Unless some pressing’s wanted.)
[ … ]
I’ve some sense what you mean about strangling. Different avenues, likely. Eh, surely, but with similar results. What feels like, is like losing sight of what’s shining all above, or having that sight stolen. Like forgetting there’s air to breathe at all.
There’s lots of bodies want to bury a man, bury any self tries to speak beyond what the most vocalizing arseholes want of a man.
Resilient, you, for not holding in burial. Blessed, lauded for the same.
For myself, I’ve kept myself free enough not to be drawn in too deep, but then I’ve been lucky, or else I’ve known myself forewarned. See enough, of eh [ … ] scathing early on, one gets to be primed wary.
Used to be more wary. I’ve got a better knack for sussing out when something’s off or someone wants what I’m not giving.
[ … ]
That isn’t you, is part of what I mean.
You’re like no one I’ve met before, and I speak that as the keenest complimenting.
If I’m cautious, Talik, it’s that I don’t want to be a cause of undue discord, or set off her [ … ] any body’s ire with you.
If I know my nerves all shaking at the thought of having place, well. Well, what man and else what being is there to fault? And whose opinion would I care a damn for?
When there’s one name and one opinion, just one belief I hold dear above all else.
The fact is I’ve needed you as well. I know it know, and’ve known myself in lacking for a while, years now.
Isn’t anything that asks acknowledging just now. Only I wish to speak it. Only I know it and so share it as my truth, and as a truth writ apart from my opinion.
Aye. Perhaps someday I’ll have opportunity to speak the whole of my opinion and the fullness of my feeling to the one who draws it, who is eminently worth of it.
Someday, aye, that person supposed, that person in fact shall hear it. And I’ll know my own joy in this speaking.
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[ … ]
Shite.
That’s me floored, is what that is.
[ … ]
You ought to know yourself free to laugh. Ought to know yourself that way, feel the extremities of what you are and how your soul you heart’s got breath, got worlds of life within however you can find it.
Damn her for striking that from you
Damn everyone who let it slide, keep sliding
Fuckin beyond stratospheric, you are.
You are a marvel of a man, that’s so. And see the thing about us beings on this earth is we’ve got capacities for flitting free, turning to something beyond what we’re told and given, imposed into aye? Thing is as well we’re quashed each corner that we turn, or the most of us are.
Meaning it isn’t everyone who feels this or reaches for it. Isn’t everyone can acknowledge the rightness in this reaching.
All the strangling you’ve been given, and still you remember how to breathe, still you open up your lungs when brought to the moment for it. Still you’ve got vision for what’s more than slammed upon you.
If I can give you cause for laughter, best believe I’m glad for it. Honoured too, that’s so.
I’d like to keep doing the same long as I draw breath.[ … ] It’s an aim. Eh, a dream I’d like to entertain and seize in my own hold. To keep doing the same as long as I draw breath.There’s little better, little more important, aye, than to give breath to find breath or, aye, share a breath with those holding meaning.
With those who matter and hold mattering, and aye, I’m speaking here of you, Talik.
It’s fucking wretched, your not having cause to laugh freely
But we’ll fix that, eh?
It’s no small part of what friends
and other than friendsand other academic [ … ] co-adventurers are here for.Nothing to be faulted. Nothing to be pressed. (Unless some pressing’s wanted.)
[ … ]
I’ve some sense what you mean about strangling. Different avenues, likely. Eh, surely, but with similar results. What feels like, is like losing sight of what’s shining all above, or having that sight stolen. Like forgetting there’s air to breathe at all.
There’s lots of bodies want to bury a man, bury any self tries to speak beyond what the most vocalizing arseholes want of a man.
Resilient, you, for not holding in burial. Blessed, lauded for the same.
For myself, I’ve kept myself free enough not to be drawn in too deep, but then I’ve been lucky, or else I’ve known myself forewarned. See enough, of eh [ … ] scathing early on, one gets to be primed wary.
Used to be more wary. I’ve got a better knack for sussing out when something’s off or someone wants what I’m not giving.
[ … ]
That isn’t you, is part of what I mean.
You’re like no one I’ve met before, and I speak that as the keenest complimenting.
If I’m cautious, Talik, it’s that I don’t want to be a cause of undue discord, or set off
her[ … ] any body’s ire with you.If I know my nerves all shaking at the thought of having place, well. Well, what man and else what being is there to fault? And whose opinion would I care a damn for?
When there’s one name and one opinion, just one belief I hold dear above all else.
The fact is I’ve needed you as well. I know it know, and’ve known myself in lacking for a while, years now.
Isn’t anything that asks acknowledging just now. Only I wish to speak it. Only I know it and so share it as my truth, and as a truth writ apart from my opinion.
Aye. Perhaps someday I’ll have opportunity to speak the whole of my opinion and the fullness of my feeling to the one who draws it, who is eminently worth of it.
Someday, aye, that person supposed, that person in fact shall hear it. And I’ll know my own joy in this speaking.