When guests are arriving soon for a party/gathering at my parents’ house, I can always mark it by the music that Dad will have turned on in the living room. It used to always be George Winston, which made me think of Thanksgiving and Christmas. Now he nearly always turns on Josh Ritter, which I don’t associate so much with Thanksgiving/Christmas as I do with a hundred other things. They still add up to home.
This is what I feel like.
I wonder.
I really do.
Ask me anything. Or just say hello; I like hellos.
Everyone believes in something; I believe I'll have a cookie.
Together, we (will, can, must) (rule, change, destroy) the (world, our victims, the people in this bar). ::
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Everything, everything, everything is connected.
"Listen, I am heroic enough to say 'I love you' when I love, heroic enough to sing a song and mean it, heroic enough not to faint at the toss of a shawl or the tilt of a baseball hat or the flick of tie. And you are, too." --S.E.S.
