one of three.

sotd – possibly maybe – bjork.

i love the album post. i love debut in much the same way. there is much resonation in bjork’s incoherent coherence.

as much as i definitely enjoy solitude, i wouldn’t mind perhaps, spending a little time with you. sometimes, sometimes. possibly maybe.

one of three good photos i have taken in my life:


there’s a video from this night. it’s part of the one-day-in-the-life of bit-type movie i once made. i hate the sound of my voice, but i remember making it, so well, for you. i laugh when i think that i actually sent it to you, once complete. and now, i only have some pieces of it. i wish i could phone you and ask you to send it back. but i have deleted your number now.

hello michael.

hello michael. little adopted brother type person.

Cath says:
fuck youre right.
Cath says:
im on it
Cath says:
tho
Cath says:
big time
Cath says:
like a fuckign msisin of note
Cath says:
sorry i meant mission
Cath says:
lol
Michael says:
thats cool, 11 days of house hunting …. i’ll bring the marshmallows
Cath says:
ehheeh
Michael says:
ha ha, we all have those so excitable we cant type properly moments
Cath says:
FWAHAHHAHA
Michael says:
always hit when you least expect
Cath says:
my life is one big one of those
Cath says:
wahhahh
Michael says:
ha ha ha
Michael says:
i’ve noticed
Cath says:
really? have you? when? HAHAHAH

familiar. quite. you know this one is for you.

you fight with me at every turn.
convince-attempt towards my change.
last night i managed to undo every part of my resolve.
and yet, you’re still here.

horribly, horribly familiar. terribly, terribly deja vu.
your automatic responses to my whinge
the acceptance of the chaotic decisions
despite your clear intentions and logical thought
you put them aside for my mission.

for years now, you have questioned and termed and never without reason.

you are indeed, my silent hero. without cape.

this sums up more about this crazy mindmassive bubble we seem to inhabit.
i am forever indebted to you.

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