on some days, i walk down around my life thinking that "faggot" is a funny word with spark and appeal on a level that is personal, and with true merit as a sincere expression of so many ranges of human emotion, whether faked with hidden obscurities or from the heart renditions of a soul sturdy belief. words are not here for our control.
and other times i think they are just another fashion accessory excuse that hangs around so proud and so loud in directions toward the face and to the ground, from the baggy pant, sideways cap boys who give all those other guys a bad fucking name who just want to wear their ball caps on to a bar because they are having a bad fucking hair day.
hey brian . . . merry christmas buddy. let do lunch sometime. we could exchange various, pleasant plaugues of thought.