gosh darn it!

when im supposed to be doing the thing that i'm supposed to be doing i'm always doing this instead.

thats the title, star crossed at the same time as the first lyric, and. sure certainly its not just, i find that singers should either be entirely serious or in their entire silly, the middle path be ever the hardest one to walk maintaining, its growing on me, but its like the glass of milk, that i'm bawling over, and the music is great, wonderful, but. for me not perfect. for me not perfect, the blocking is there and the backdrops their really lovely, but i know you not going to sing this monologue. god he got it so right, but its not you its me.
so, maybe its more stark in impolite to leave a long slanderous love prose piece on someone elses internet space than i imagine it to be, especially when it starts with the no. how many times have you said no to the one who always asks. what are you doing. not philosophizing, and not on thesixtyone. just/ be good to me, i don't care about the other girls, just be good to me.
because after all that's what defines the us. deepening in my attached at the hip wannabe messianic romance, feel you lord loving on me from the bend of the hip into the socket of the joint. into the articulation about the point, and then connected via sinew making me glorified able to do that thing i like for you, which is jump, which is buck and shake, which is on the dancefloor showcase my conjoined to my spouse syndrome. feel her head on mine, forehead to forehead, and i know what she had for breakfast, and i know what i'm making her for dinner, tonight/ anyway. because in my life the threads of different anythings i do i read i see i taste i color and i laugh is woven into the tapestry your skin and throat, underneath my water broke, commingled in the sweat, i feel your chakra unlock under me like a hasp sprung from the key, turning, rite in accord with the record, she lives and i've met her? this time? couldn't possibly say except, could be. and inherent that i wonder she, should galvanize me to some action because i was born in the male role and the models all told me you got to electrically seize that which you need, the ions of the elements in valence. i saw valiant, but. i am not the prince or the peace, i am/ this. on my deepest human transcendental self level. i have to have you come first. i need your surrender unto my berth. i need you to throw the rope, because ever after i'll tie all the knots, save the ones you would just as soon tie yourself. because i submit my everything, because i expect from you everything, from the very first. and whether that cross is one that you cannot bare, you don't know the magick of daring, and if you don't desire because of fear of the fact that you have that electricity too, it must not be you. so am i claiming in your stead to have the magnetism of your sex. i don't believe so. i just feel that what's next should be on your (read as: my) terms. the truth of your resolution squirms anxiously into my head, i can taste upon your tongue the living bread. and from the light in your eyes i can taste the blood of the ancient, /interlude my own father, in my apartment, talking to me about lotteries/ and its just like him i am, the one that clutching the outrageous odds against holds sure to the ticket, and it is this wife, beloved. the silky thread hard to pick back up, but soon i know, the jewel of infinitely uncountable facets will turn again and i'll get blindsided by the light, and look at you upside down, until, the narrow margin is crossed, and i see me as plain as your pupil and iris, and i am smiling smiling and strong. not like the 1st time, and not like that next 1st time, and not like this just time trying to talk and think about it. but doing it, up close and personal, my vision seeing through me into/ ...solar fever... i be craving, but like the fickle digest version, i feel a slight tickle aversion, to the long chain i loop about the neck, errant falling link by link into the sink of modern era. to whisk away the remaining, to miss you like tissue balled up and dissolved. the line of which all the _ you have used is simply this.
the moment you really do, it really cannot change.
this is the meaning of what my guru said tonight, at the deepest level of reality is no change whatsoever, so no matter what i do, i do with you, in mind. and arms thrown around me seated here in my plain wooden chair typing to nowhere you are now here. the one who whispers i love you while you write.