Canofceleri Posted December 17, 2006 Share Posted December 17, 2006 through a clear night's drive i take my brother for his words his words for their sounds through smiling eyes sidestepping poor grammar and the notsowords which clutter his faultering philosophies all against NPR's cool taste in jazz i think he's crazy but i've never been so inclined to just keep on smiling and wonder how many great people there are in the world with such colorful ideas and then it happened, the monthly epihany... every stranger every man that i see that i avoid eye contact with on the way into the grocery has the potential to be great, or deaf, or happy, or dumb, or bad luck, or insane. or perfectly normal. yeah, okay. oh, how i wouldn't have it any other way. i don't know how you brought me to such broad and likely-to-be-thought-of conclusions oh my brother but i owe my life to you for it, good friend Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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