i wuv u…
this is for her. it’s not very punk, but i guess thats what makes it punk. for those that don’t know me and have stumbled on to this sight, she turns me into a fucking girl. get the fuck over it!
chika,
i love you. how much simpler can i say that? i &heart; u. [i know… that doesn’t work.]
so, because i can’t go the simple route, i will have to resort to the more complex. long winded and whimsical.
i love you. i think about you more that any other thread in my multiprocessor of a mind. you can cause more system crashes and memory leaks than any other virus that has ever been inserted, violently and against my will [or should i say better judgement…], into the kernel of my heart. you have resisted all attemps of my rational and complex disinfection. in fact so much of my core processes have been taken over that i am no longer myself as i was. for the past year you have worked you way past my black ice firewalls, broken my encryption method and stolen the rsa keys to my .heart.config file.
but, none of this is a bad thing! in fact, i am faster, smarter, and more powerful having been infused with you. to rip your infections out now would surely cause a kernel panic and corrupt my root partition.
to switch patterns, you are the most soothing music, the most emotive painting, the most tactile sculpture, and the most erotic movie. my soul is churned by your every word, motion and emotion.
you challenge me to new levels. you make me wish i that i don’t have to eat, or sleep, or shit or waste any time in places that don’t pertain to you.
let me quote my self here. [this is all on the sight in the text section]
poem - lifes anurism
there once was a man, who laughed at the world and couldn’t make up his mind.
strangly enough, he had life and couldn’t make up his mind.
at last, one day, the joy left his world, without making up it’s mind.
and he died that day, in a world without joy, without making up his mind.
i wrote this…
what does it say to you, without making up your mind.
this is what i was before i fell in love with you. i was alone, without direction and yearning for something that i couldn’t see.
but now i have you… we went from friends to lovers in a time of need, in a time of crisis. still, though the crisis has [for the most part] past, we still love each other. if not more now! time passes and my fondness has not fadded a bit. sure, there are struggles, but that has nothing to do with the strenght of love.
so, you do your best and i’ll do my best. i have a feeling [and i can be stuborn about stuff] that we’ll be together for a long, long time. plus, if i have some say in these things, we’ll be doing things together in the future that may scare you now.
oh, there is so much more that i could say to you, but alas, i have run out of time. there are not enough hours in the day nor bytes on my webserver to truly expound on my feelings for you…
again, i love you. so turn around and kiss me.
-me