Originally Posted by Digit
I love the loosers.
psst, shsh... because the loosers, shsh, are actually the winners.
but the loosers i really love the best, are the ones who know they're the winners, and like, have kinda stopped playing the looser, because, as everyone knows, everyone is a winner.
I love the freaks, the mutants, the lamers, the flamers, the spammers, the manners. I love the shy guys, I love the shy gals. I love the dorks. I love the geeks, the nerds, the dweebs and the weirdos. I love the beatniks and the hippies, the rare birds and the queer ducks. Their pencils, their glasses. Their motorbikes their molasses. Their collections. Their over perfections. Their under perfections. Their eccentricities. Their eccentricities. Their eccentricities. The variety, the choice, the nooks and crannies, the "uncanny"s. I love all the difference, while always the same. We're the one and all, so splendid again. Actual Beauty, we've all won again. One once wasn't enough, Russian dolls we played in our heads, yet our hearts ever flowering, our gestures unearthing betraying disclosure, that knowing smile, the unsaid, the unnecessary wink. The glowing gnowing. Imaginative flowing. The gnowing glowing. Dreams reside. Our thoughts collide. Our thoughts collide. Throughout the ride, our thoughts collide.
Stretch out wide.
Stretch out wide.
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