it was all that talking. we started with construction, passed though the vietnam war, turned to children and money and charity. I knew somewhere between vietnam and charity that I was in trouble. and you tell me now: you're trouble. if this is trouble, I need all the trouble I can get.
I love when you say it: you're trouble. It's all life and fun rolled into two final little syllables. tell me again and again. the diction is new to me and to you: incredible crazy amazing, and that utterly charming trouble - suddenly the ordinary discourse of life. it is hard to trust.
we wonder, together, is this a spike out of the ordinary, or is this the way it's supposed to be? you're trying to figure that out. so we joke about newtonian physics and moses and articulation, and treasure hunt $2 pints of ben & jerry's. I'll let the trouble lead where it will. I want a life of incredible crazy amazing, and I know you do too. however it ends up, it is incredible crazy amazing to learn, now, what incredible crazy amazing feels like.
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