Our idea becomes my new life's work. Everything else is child's play. I inch my fingers through the web but it just gets tangled up and stuck. The spider is approaching to feed. Just another random assortment of Nat's thought, brought live from Nebraska.

Monday, December 27, 2004

Irony

I am listening into your CD and I have many times wanted to tell you something about one of the songs.

Track 11 is you.
(Everything You Want-Vertical Horizon)

every time I hear it, I only think of you. God I wish sometimes things were more in my control, but they are not. Please believe me Ian.

You are my everything, my best-friend, the best guy I'll ever know, and yet. . .


ah life. It's ironic cruelty. I am so sorry.

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