Wow. Does it ever get old....entering Chupa's arms?
No, I don't think so. I slip in and find solace and love, laughter, annoyance, music, lust, and true appreciation and sincerity.
Yeah, we've had problems. But true pick-me-up-put-me-down-do-it-again love never needs to explain itself, it's origins, it's route or destination. No one else that I trust will lie there all night and tell me I am beautiful and that I just need to be loved, and other's are slacking, so he's gonna do it for them.
I sit and cry so hard I can't breathe, repeating the names of my children. Feeling in my mind how their little skinny solid torso feels when being squeezed into a hug. Mike is there to peel off the faux eyelashes, wipe my tears, give me a hug all my own and put me to bed. Soon mon' cheries, Mama will be there soon. Better than ever, and we'll be the only ones to believe and no this. The rest of the world will try to eat up our positivity, but we are the Vikings girls, we have broad shoulders and noses for a reason. More strength, more to cry on, the better to breathe in more oxygen to attack thy enemies.
As Janet Fitch once wrote; "We are the Vikings. We recieved our coloring from Norsemen. Hairy savages who hacked their Gods to pieces and hung the flesh from trees. We are the ones who sacked Rome. Fear only feeble old age, and death in bed, and don't forget who you are.
I will elbaborate more on this later.
P.S. Britt, I would only wish to one day to be invited to drink tea with you. Or just sit on your porch.
No, I don't think so. I slip in and find solace and love, laughter, annoyance, music, lust, and true appreciation and sincerity.
Yeah, we've had problems. But true pick-me-up-put-me-down-do-it-again love never needs to explain itself, it's origins, it's route or destination. No one else that I trust will lie there all night and tell me I am beautiful and that I just need to be loved, and other's are slacking, so he's gonna do it for them.
I sit and cry so hard I can't breathe, repeating the names of my children. Feeling in my mind how their little skinny solid torso feels when being squeezed into a hug. Mike is there to peel off the faux eyelashes, wipe my tears, give me a hug all my own and put me to bed. Soon mon' cheries, Mama will be there soon. Better than ever, and we'll be the only ones to believe and no this. The rest of the world will try to eat up our positivity, but we are the Vikings girls, we have broad shoulders and noses for a reason. More strength, more to cry on, the better to breathe in more oxygen to attack thy enemies.
As Janet Fitch once wrote; "We are the Vikings. We recieved our coloring from Norsemen. Hairy savages who hacked their Gods to pieces and hung the flesh from trees. We are the ones who sacked Rome. Fear only feeble old age, and death in bed, and don't forget who you are.
I will elbaborate more on this later.
P.S. Britt, I would only wish to one day to be invited to drink tea with you. Or just sit on your porch.
Glad to hear you're doing good, girl <3. Say hi to the chupa for me, and it would be cool to go out there (read: would you ask him for me, if it would be cool for me to go out there) I would like to talk at some point, its been a while...
ReplyDeleteMissing and loving as always,
Benny <8
He wants you to come stay out there for a few days, actually. So, yeah. Head out there or give him a call. Love you and miss you too. And remember who is the one constantly telling people about you (ahem... not Chupa)
ReplyDeleteYay! I will try and get out there sometime soon :D I know, I know, what better PR agent could I ask for then you? You know EVERYONE, for chrissakes...
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