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samanthasmit:  Love you
you wanna come over at 10?
lol
me:  sure
samanthasmit:  
Yay!
Sent at 8:10 PM on Thursday
me:  oh sorry, you misunderstood me.  i meant to say "sure..."  You know, sarcastically, like "sure...i'm gonna come over" (when pigs fly!)
samanthasmit:  :(
me:  I kid
samanthasmit:  :|  
Do you?
me:  Yes of course
Sent at 8:17 PM on Thursday
samanthasmit:  good :)
I think
lol
Sent at 8:18 PM on Thursday
me:  what I really meant was "sure" in response to a bootleg jeopardy episode I'm watching on the internet.  The clue was
"the best-selling bargain brand deodorant of the 1990s"
samanthasmit:  haha
nice
but
t
ttt
I wannna sleep next to you
this is getting to be unhealty
Sent at 8:23 PM on Thursday
me:  okay then sure, as in I'll come over at ten
Sent at 8:24 PM on Thursday
   :))))
thats a millionz smiles
me:  I see 5...***?!
Sent at 8:28 PM on Thursday
me:  Or some guy standing beside his sombrero collection
samanthasmit:  lol
They're just really tiny
me:  or he has an extraordinarily large mouth
Sent at 8:31 PM on Thursday
samanthasmit:  lol
Sure I’m what most would consider a bright guy
but I’m not uncommonly intelligent
I’ve met many people I consider smarter
I make frequent dumb mistakes

What you like is caused mostly by
an idyllic childhood,
an extremely loving but eccentric mother,
overcoming a wide variety of relatively-uncommon/not-dangerous/but-embarrassing afflictions
constant movement around the country,
lack of religion, nation or professional sports team,
rampant self-pity
and
*** use and abuse phasing between infrequent* to daily**

I’m afraid of practically everything
But I’m blessed with the ability to constantly face my fears
Cannabis induces the purest fear of existence (i.e. awe)
Once overcome it produces life
And what dreams may come
Not what history books call peace
That certain calm after the storm
or treaty after the war
That law after the tragedy
The peace that makes little girls weep
and big men ****
Pleasure of the discontented

You are what I call Peace
A luminous molten star
You require no suffering to rise
and radiate warmth into
the leaves of the tree
the waves of the jagged ocean
and the blood of the apprehensive young heart

You shine vision into the billion year darkness of the universe
a fire that does not scorch
but crackles in the dawn of my soul
As flames kiss my lips
the sky is set ablaze as you rise

— The End —