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2006-01-25 || 7:21 p.m. || in praise of brief bouts of over-the-top gushing. || thank heavens for you, who champions the cause of deep-voiced girls with spindly alien hands, who praises the over-cautious and self-destructibly sentimental. thank you for not faulting sewing and garage-cum-guest rooms for their horrible acoustics and making driving around in a van repeatedly some of my most dear memories ever. thank you for holding your lion heart in both hands and not wincing at all the blood, and thank you for creating all those enchanted three-minute increments that i will listen to fifty years from now and still cry like a damn fool. i don't think i tell you enough because i love you so fiercely; i always think it's obvious. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |