courtney, when i say i love you i am not ashamed, nor will anyone ever ever come close to intimidating, persuading, etc me into thinking otherwise. i wear you on my sleeve. i spread you out wide open with the wing span of a peacock, yet all too often with the attention span of a bullet to the head. i think its pathetic that the entire world locks upon a person with patience and a calm demeanor as the desired model citizen. yet theres something to be said about the ability to explain ones self with a toned down, tune deaf tone. and i will say it: i am what they call the boy who is slow. how i metamorphosised from hyperactive to cement is for lack of a better knife to the throat, uh annoying, aggrevating, confusing as dense as cement. cement holds no other minerals. you cant even find fools gold in it. its strictly man made and youve taught me its ok to be a man and in the classics man world i parade you around proudly like the ring of my finger which also holds no mineral.

love,
kurt