I love you...
 

each and every one of you.

all of you, but one more than others.

I promised to keep this is one thread, but it's too
much to contain.

the end is nigh, give it while you can.

sonic life, sweet baby Jesus, sonic life.

blessed be.

I love, my sister. I love yr daughter.

I love YOU (even glice).


word.

Whore.

you too, bradders.

friends for life.

I love you, Jess.

more than Kim Gordon, more than Amy Mainzer, more than glice or pbradders.

YOU, baby, YOU.

I love you, Sophia. you are the coolest lil' girl I know (next to my future daughter, with her mother's eyes).

I love you, Kim Gordon.

shake it, baby, shake it.

I love you, mom.

you make the best tacos everrrrrr.

I love you, Thurston Moore, you better take care of yr girls, or Immmmmmmmmmmmma HAINT you.

Ditto, homeslice.

And what's this about coffee with ink and space? Should I change my name to obsidian?

be as you will, I wouldn't have it any other way.

yes yes & yes

I love you, Wayne. I'm sorry my hex is strong. I didn't really mean it.

"why do you have to sound so poetic when you speak in spanish?"

I don't really know.

good night. I love you.

Thanks for leaving me out. Now I feel like shit.

Fuck, I wanted to be loved.

define

I love you baby

if you were a woman, and I were not so very completely taken, I'd let you come in my darkest of places.

that said, I love you. I love that you make me laugh, I love that you make me feel so very prudish. I love that you make me glad that I listen to and post on a sonic youth message board.

I LOVE YOU.


my message to you is to tell you that should you ever doubt this for an instant, you will be doing yrself a disservice. YOU are the greatest thing to happen to your life, and so very deserving of LOVE.

*I* love you.


1) google is yr friend
2) watch more Oprah (no, really, keep watching)
3) a ghost, an apparation, a southern colloquialism.
4) yr fucking smoking hot. I love you. I love yr "husband" and I love that you love him.
5) girl, I LOVE YOU.

THIS, dear friends, deserves its own post.

THIS, dear friends, is the reason why I am able to love.

THIS, dear friends, is the reason why I still live.

THIS, dear friends, is the reason why I still love.

THIS, dear friends, is the greatest love known to man.

THIS, dear friends, is a love that will last the test of time.

THIS, dear friends, is the love of my life.

THIS, dear friends, is a love greater than all the loves previously posted.

THIS, dear friends, is a love you should strive for.

THIS, dear friends, is a love that you should never accept less than.

THIS, dear friends, is a love that I can go on for days about.

THIS, dear friends, is a love that will go on forever.

THIS, dear friends, is a love that inspires others that see THE LIGHT in my eyes.

THIS, dear friends, is a love that knows no impossibility.

THIS, dear friends, is a love that epics are made of.

THIS, dear friends, is why I can finally say "I love you", so often, and with such total feeling.

need I carry on? I can. I will. god knows glice can't neg rep me again. god knows that it's real. god knows that (s)he, A God With No Name, loves me. god knows that (s)he wants you to know that (s)he loves you too.

I am but a servant to love.

Go ahead.

yes.

i love satan, but i also love phoenix, two of the hottest chicks i've ever seen!

also, I love xtc, too!

Connie Marble: Oh, I love you Raymond. I love you more than anything in this whole world. I love you more than my own filthiness, more than my own hair color. Oh God, I love you more than the sound of bones breaking, the sound of death rattle - even more than the sound of my own shit do I love you, Raymond.
Raymond Marble: And I, Connie, also love you more than anything that I could ever imagine: more than my hair color, more than the sound of babies crying, of dogs dying - even more than the thought of original sin itself. I am yours, Connie, eternally united through an invisible core of finely woven filth, that even God himself could never ever break.

although that's not true, if it were, I'd rock it fabulously, and make some guy really happy.

...unless, yr speaking that pigeon-talk you call "english", and then my answer is "no, I'll take the bus".

Walt Whitman?



I love you too space...I am included right? Keep on space-trucking!

no sir, the words are all mine and were continued via satellite.

I love you too.

i think this is endearing.

it reminds me of my last birthday party when hayden took e.

are/were you on drugs...

me or deux?

if me, no fucking way.

why would I need drugs? drugs would dull the joy.

^


yeah I was talking to you...since yer comin' out with this love stuff...

don't knock it til you try it.

All...well Im' currently trying to get some food. Does love come with food?

.love IS a drug.

oxyTOCIN bitches

drugs sound like a good time.

Mmmm. e.

And you did a bunch of "hey! it's my birthday hey!"

Please.

It was more like,

"HeEEey! It's my birthday, heeeEEEeey!!"

BRO. This made me feel... feel? Feel like... well, it's kinda like I have a boner in my chest. What is this feeling? I just used the word 'feel' or a variation thereof four times. No homo. But maybe a little homo. Or perhaps a lot. I have so much thinking to do.

.... <3