Lundi, 9th November, 2009
thankyou for,
A pair of sunglasses, lest harm befall me
Two spare pairs, lest harm befall them
"Turn your head, I want to look at myself"
Surprise hugs, 'my children' and letting me stroke your hair obsessivly
Negative Space portraits, my boys, and silence.
Sleeping in the shade, made me less worried.
Not explaining how you managed to knee someone in the neck
Christmas List consultations
Enfer peut-être!
Unquestioningly joining me in, "Eaaamon, eaaaamon!"
"It's alright Eamon...it's ok Eamon" 'Aah! You're creepy!'
Understanding that this is the correct response
Too many references
Decision making FTP
Two consciences
Being there to correct suicide notes
Too much 'ridiculous'
Asking me for help, means a lot
Raising the 'ridiculous' questions
Making me confused
...clearly am sarcastic
xoxoxox
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