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I'm a firm believer the art makes art. The first time it really hit me was when I was reading a book Death of a Transvestite or something like that. Anyways there was this riot in the book and all of a sudden I put the book down and I just wrote. The syntax was really wishy-washy, from what I remember but I remember I put some chords to it and it made sense. Unfortunately that book is MIA but I when catharsis strikes I write and it helps me reflect on what I've just witnessed. This one is from the movie Crazy Stupid Love. I blushed reading the last line.
Crazy Stupid Love
Love, I bet is like a plane ride. You wait in the beginning for a while to take off and of course you have to adjust to the altitude and equalize yourself. And while you're up there you can see everything and nothing. The only clear thing is the person next to you who's there for the whole ride, never leaving your side. Sleeping on your shoulder. Dreaming the plane never lands, though it always does. They wouldn't mind two quiet people resting in their seats, one fitting into the other's shoulder. Even if they're peering with one eye open. Maybe I'll buy a private jet.
I only want to experience this feeling when the time comes and if I'm a little tipsy I'll share the story if it merits telling.
This moment needs to be mesmerizing, provocative, and cathartic. No matter how long it lasts so long as I enjoy myself. Not like my first hook-up. It was fun but odd, plain old workout. But I kept coming back, and that made me better because I know what I want. A big-eyed, robust hair, charming, talkative, and pretty even teeth. An Emma Stone if you will, so let's try to be a Goslinger.
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