I don't need much cause for celebration. Take the wrong bus? Woooo Hooo! All roads lead to the beach.
Oh hey guys! Nice...boards. Mmmmm hmmm. I celebrate the hubba hubba
I celebrate big strides.
I celebrate the hardcore Dork in me (as evidenced by the sandals WITH the socks).
I celebrate the clingage.
So this is how I figure it: Temporary is Not so fleeting if you Party Hearty/Savor the Fuck out of it.
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******i am twitterpated*****
ya'll!
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Your Pop-Pops is such a sweet little imp! From your pics, it seems you do have much to celebrate.
Personally, I celebrate the beautiful ugly, the hilarious despondence and the exquisite ache.
Among other things.
Gosh, I am drooling over those blue skies. So glad you enjoyed the fuck out of your day!!
Remember that song I used to sing?
"For now"
For now you're healthy
for now you're employed
for now you're happy, if not
overjoyed
it's a good one.
Love,
your son
that sounds pretty fuckin' sad to me!
but then again you do have - shall I say a quirky taste in music...
your sister and I were talking about that the other day and named all the stuff we kinda don't agree with....
a-capella afternoon delight....
scissor sisters....
some certain show tunes
Sirena: Beautiful Ugly is a good one and my personal favorite.
Heartful: Come on over!
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that last picture is amazing. I like the point of view, very parentish. The unsharp ground. Like you are floating around, you and pop-pops in your own universe.
EXCELLENT post and EXCELLENT attitude!
Who gives a flying eff where the bus is going, so long as it points west?
Amen, baby!
Hey!
I like the scissor sisters
and afternoon delight.
You hush...
Id be there in a hearbeat
if it were possibble
love,
your son
I'm going to stand up for your son and say I really dig the Scissor Sisters.
I celebrate you and the wonderful views of the world you share with me, with us.
It changes me, lightens my heart.
And I am much ashamed by the sandals with socks. I haven't done that since the 8th grade when we had a moment of that being cool. :)
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