My Abraham

Hello Abraham. Nice seeing me buddy. Nice writing to you too. Have I ever told you how much I love you Abraham? I have, I know, I'm you. I haven't said it today though. Abraham, I love you very very much. If I weren't you I would marry you and have sixteen of your children. The other fifty or so I'd let others have as you or I please. If I weren't you, Abraham, I'd love you from head to toe, armpit to armpit, toenails to fingernails. Actually, that's kind of gross, but if you or I were a woman, Abraham, I think that would be just lovely. Absolutely lovely. I made a rhyme for you my darling Abraham. I hope you like it. I like it so you must like it. Oh thank you Abraham! I'm so glad you like it. I'm so glad you feel the same way I do about everything. I'm so wonderfully thankful to have you in my life Abraham. I believe in us. Together we are unstoppable. Together we are one and together we shall make sweet sweet love. Oh, that was great Abraham. You're the best lover I've ever had! I'd be dead without you Abraham. Promise me you'll never leave me. Promise that if you do you'll always come back. Promise me Abraham. I never want to be alone and without hope. Never do I want to lose you from myself or strip you of my trust. I have faith in you Abraham! I love you Abraham! We are together and together we are unstoppable. Together we are one and together we shall dance merrily to and fro. Oh Abraham. God only knows what I'd be without you. I could go on like this forever Abraham. I never want to die. I want to endure everything with you by my side. I love the way you laugh and spin me when we're dancing. Those are the best times, but even if we were strung up and tied up, as long as I could still hear you breathe or listen to your heart beat I could be equally content for you are everything to me. My only wish is to endure with you forever, together. Together we are unstoppable. Together we are one and together we shall whether each and every storm that shall pass. We are strong, Abraham. Mightier than the wind are we, Abraham. Higher than the stars we are, Abraham. Better than the letters we write one another, Abraham. I love my Abraham. Happy Valentine's Day, Abraham.

Immediately cancel

I rarely know how to start, and when I do I can't finish. I had some thoughts to jot down, but they're not good enough, and they'll never describe how I feel anyway. I've taken to correcting my grammar so far, but i doubt I'll keep that up. I can never keep anything up for very long, though I have been known in the much too distant past to be different in bed. Gee, that reminds me of girls. Come to think of it, everything reminds me of girls, and girls haven't been very satisfying to me, which is in complete opposition to the designated purpose of my blog. Though dissatisfied, I haven't been acting it the last few months, which is great. It's a sign that I'm better than I was, or rather that I'm more in tune with the way I want to be, which is happy. And that suggests that I don't need satisfaction to be happy. And if I believe that, then I'm inclined to say that I don't want to be happy. That is, I would prefer a woman with all her parts over happiness. I dread that. I guess it would be fine to end here. Many haven't reached this point in a lifetime let alone a paragraph.

I saw some cool movies lately. They're cool because I can relate to them. I've pictured them even before I saw them and when I watched them I really enjoyed watching my own imagination and I was always trying unsuccessfully to be one character.

I'm still not at home. I do not see any prospects for a future home. I often think of home as a good woman. Sometimes I just stare at the wall. Dancing has become a part of my life, finally. I broke a toe to get that far and it was well worth it.

I still cannot overcome my tendency of immediate cancellation. Sometimes my feet really do lead the way. It's too bad we've become so dependent on language. In New York, at least, it's nearly impossible for me to be believable. "Don't trust that man!" is the ever relentless vibe I get. I can hardly blame anybody. Therefore, I've withdrew from politics almost as completely as I can. If I put joking aside I would have very little to say. The Dalai Lama laughs a lot too, though he doesn't play with women. I wonder how he'd be if he tried. Maybe he does try. I wonder if he'd laugh his way through a pornographic film. I heard porn was quite torturous for some middle eastern men, but they're different of course. I can't help but think at times that porn and middle eastern men and the Dalai Lama and everything is consistent and good. I can't help but think at times that everything is necessary. I can't help but think at times that somehow we are lost in our own front yards so to speak, and that a completely different world is but a wink away and perhaps infinity is in the palm of our hands. I can't help but think at times that homelessness is the root of all discontent. I also have a feeling that dancing, in all its forms, holds the keys to everyone's kingdom.