“You make me laugh. You complement me. You get me. You understand me. You listen to me. You care about me.”
But when I want to say why I love someone, suddenly, I need to pause and weigh my words.
Why do I love?
None of my immediate answers can justify the enormity of the word ‘love’ because I’m compelled to give an answer that transcends me – my perceptions, my opinions, my feelings.
It comes down to this: that DESPITE me, I am loved. Till I can’t help but love in return.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Mart and his mashed beans
Mart wants to fart. Needs to fart. Loves to fart.
He had many farts. Short and power explosions that would send everyone running helter-skelter in all directions. Or mild vibrations that would get many pairs of eyes staring at him. Or the deadly whiffs that enter the nostrils of unsuspecting victims – the kind that gets him looking for a magazine to accompany him to the throne.
He makes no secret of his love for his farts. But he keeps a secret weapon up his pants.
Beans at breakfast! All mashed to a potent fart-inducing consistency.
He had many farts. Short and power explosions that would send everyone running helter-skelter in all directions. Or mild vibrations that would get many pairs of eyes staring at him. Or the deadly whiffs that enter the nostrils of unsuspecting victims – the kind that gets him looking for a magazine to accompany him to the throne.
He makes no secret of his love for his farts. But he keeps a secret weapon up his pants.
Beans at breakfast! All mashed to a potent fart-inducing consistency.
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