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February 28, 2004
Ugghh! I hate being sick! I have been laying around all day and listening to the Good Morning, Athens (formally Lysistrata) soundtrack. Now, I have a section of one of the love songs stuck in my head... (Borrowed from Lady Like Medea/Fantasy Man by Sean Keogh) Please I swear, there's nothing there so leave it If I wanted to be with someone else I would is that enough, let's call it good I don't want to talk about Medea You've lived the life lovers hope for It was the wrong thing to grope for That's nothing I can compete with You're the man that I'm complete with Why aren't you with a lady like Medea? Because I'd rather be here with you. Alright, ok, goddammit! I really hate doing this- this talking about serious things Uggh, look I'm usually the guy that shoots his mouth off, issues orders, and quells the hubbaballoo But I can't string four words in a simple sentence when you're around. Don't laugh, because you know it's true. I know it's true. Fantasy man, daydream for a fact is this love or am I living in fiction? Phantom consort, nothing I'd subtract You're everything I ever learned about addition. Your frame, Your favor, You're wonderful Your heart, You're perfect. We're the same same flavor It's wonderful. ***not the entire song...just the part that has followed me around all day*** |
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