detox?

oh man!
i am the milky way man, duders.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
i'm on that meg ryan/matthew broderick sh!t.
uh-huh.
that no limit robert palmer jauns.
i'm serious.
you know what i'm about, yeah?
that's it, neighbors.
i guess i'd might as well face it-
i think i'm actually addicted...
...to love.
that's real.
i'm just sayin', kids,
that if you could see my netflix queues,
you might concur that there is the
distinct likelihood of a problem.
on the ones,
my bestest homeboy, and watch-it-now account sharer,
the cucch, actually HAS seen 'em,
and he brought it to my attention first.
that's what friends are for, i suppose.
ninjas,
i am a hopeless romantic.
or i am exemplifying both of those adjectives
in equal measure, separately at the same time.
awwwwwwwwwwwwww.
true stories can't be told falsely, yo.
so,
if i've got a bad case of the hearty heart attacks,
what do i doo-doo to treat it?
it's not like there's a miracle cure.
unless listening to the cure will break the spell.
that's not that crazy, now is it?
word.
cold shoulders and cold turkey, kids.
that's the real cure for a crushing case of a
crucial crush,
or at least,
it seems to be the way the cookie crumbles.
again,
i'm all by my lonely lonesome self,
at home in the chill expanses of the woodsly goodness.
i mean,
what good is a Fortress if there's only one
guard manning the battlements?
a storyteller needs an audience, mutha-b!tches,
and olive the dog is a poor substitute for
active participants and warrior poets.
although battle-beasts have a special place in my heart,
and by my hearth,
they just don't quite get it, y'know?
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what have i been up to the last couple days?
good question.
i've been making the magic of competent correspondence
completely consume the spanning of time.
yeah.
post cards, y'all.
for nobody in particular.
hand crafted and packing tape laminated for posterity.
it's the littlest leaf of a love note to nobody,
unstamped and unaddressed and undelivered.
for now.
there's the very likely reality of a relapse at any moment.
it's ALL really happening, friends,
all the time;
never quiet, never soft.....