I love you. Officially. It's a dirty kind of love. There just might be angsty new-rock music playing in the background of the torrid love affair we're having in my head amidst the muses. Potentially there are naked Winchesters. It's a beautiful thing.
This was just beyond words pretty. Observe my incoherent noncommittal praise above for how pretty it really was. I'm incapable of picking apart a single line to quote. Mostly it's the rhythm of it all. It swells and beats and breaks and just happens like life.
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Date: 2006-04-13 06:47 am (UTC)This was just beyond words pretty. Observe my incoherent noncommittal praise above for how pretty it really was. I'm incapable of picking apart a single line to quote. Mostly it's the rhythm of it all. It swells and beats and breaks and just happens like life.