To Sir Thombeau, with Love.....

sweetie, this is just how i feel about it.....

....and judging from the comments upon your latest post....
i truly feel less alone....
(the kids love you too) -

i would put a link here, but this is not about the interwebs....

you -

freeform really sucks for those of us who have the guts to choose to live it -
but "those of us" , wouldn't have done it any other way....
which makes "us" who we are.

friends are few in the crowd of many -
& you know fame is overrated -
and everyone you know just throws money at you...
...i mean it just falls out of your pockets?
and, it is just so inconvenient to have to bend over and pick up that excess...
...Right?

right.

mendacity is the devil; the devil is in the details....
and needs be, must be, that you exert your genius...
and not necessarily at the chateau, or on fabulon, or with A&G widgets, or in buttfuck wisconsin, or engaged in or with johnny, sally or sue....

so, you will do that you do do.
(god, i love english)
& i hope i am around to witness it....




i'm gonna stop here, and then continue my -
ode to thombeau....

i'll pick it up with the following:

ok it is tuesday evening an i am back -





"come play with us"...
was my exact first interaction with la chateau -
and (being always up for a parlor game with people of similar jib), thought out loud:

...HELLO...., i am new here....

... we had to make our own way...

"is that invitation general, countess?"
and after a slight pause, dearest Thom made it quite clear:
"yes indeedie".

game.

i thought & was correct -
however it became clear, shortly, that i arrived at the end of the fourth quarter -

(as is reflected in a couple of posts back, and some may have noticed that i changed the title from "i'm missing you T" to "i'm missing you Two")

so now you all know that i generally only lie to save face from being honestly sweet..

THERE I SAID IT

this whole blogwhoring thing is very new to me, and i've found that, it is at least as nice as any boyfriend, or even friend that i've ever had....
so...
(so,so,so,so many) -
imagine my surprise when i learned that my internet buddy is just like everyone else, indeed, just like me....

my new baby needs a break -
(on so many levels)...

so i say:

fly, little starling, fly....
high, and away -
'til the ocean becomes a sapphire pond,
& dessert sands become as honey and never dry.
dwell not upon times wherein we see nothing gay...
no matter how unseemly, so dear, so fond
and now you see we are of similar ilk -
but i live in new york city...
and...
i will send you a bill -

qw

i'm not a stalker dear T, i will just miss your presence more than i will miss others'
xoxo
w