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my place or yours?

I don't know how much more I have to say about all of this. I suppose my "beauty beyond words" goal is something along the lines of the ol' "if you aim for the moon and miss you'll land amongst the stars" metaphor.

Then again I'm extraordinarily hung-over and can't think at all right now.I don't know how I wrote that thing I wrote earlier today. Perhaps I'll return with more gusto after I have gotten the various pressures in my head to even out and stop regretting everything I did last night in my sloppy drunken stupor, including calling my friend at 2 in the a.m. after I heard that he went home because his grandfather died to tell him - while I was drunk and out of breath from walking up a massive hill - how sorry I was to hear about his loss.

Good lord.

So be it.