The "&" in Romeo ( ) Juliet

Clip Clop And You Don't Stop

In the story of Rapunzel, she sings and a prince (aren't they so available in these tales? Like just happen to be on a horse in the woods or just happen to be in town on business as if they are no boys quoting Hegel in black Preziosi clogs with a dry pouch of tobacco and a frayed photo of Mao printed on a postcard that reads " Went to China and all I got was this Revolution" ignoring our text messages and energetic praises as we roll in beds watching Leo D kiss Claire Danes by the book in the elevator-AGAin? I was born in the wrong goddamn far far away, let me fucken tell you.) catches her tune falls madly in love with her climbs up the bitches braid to propose marriage. basically, without further discussion: that's it. Lets try this again:

"hey, I love you. I'm in love with you"
"I am in love with you too!"
"Then lets do everything we can to make this happen. Here, let me climb your hair- this seemingly impossible and maybe painful task- and whisk you into my arms in which we will face all obstacles together"
"Okay, I'm nervous a little but you know what? I've never known anything more real in my life"
"Tell me about it. We got the magic and the heart. Some people get the magic- but few have the heart it takes to own the magic."
"Dude, just get up on my hairstyle so we can kiss and shit."
"Word."

Although "fairy" and albeit, "tale" no further must I go to explain that the phenomena instilled in us as possibility is in out later years frowned upon as idealism. Can someone tell me when idealism and possibility hit the wall in negative-town? Obviously, I didn't get the memo. And for the record, let us take note that although nervous/afraid or whatever characteristics come with loving another what it takes is called a leap of faith. You know, one of those fuck its that has allowed us to ever taste the fruit of the sublime. If i had hesitated on that bridge at 19, shaking like the child that I was 30 feet above Blue Mesa Colorado i may have never flown through the summer, catching just enough of the bright mountains to take me into the waters thick with salmon that I decided were sharks and laughed furiously in a huff toward the shore back to our 4-runner, that beautiful piece of shit. If i decided to let my fears, my faults and nerves house me I'd never have driven to Brooklyn late March and bought a bright pink dress, a cape and shoes for a themed party to fall asleep in the lap of my fate. If the prince hesitated, that Rapunzel would get split ends and that witch that locked her up would die and Rapunzel would start a blog in which she would talk about things she never did and ho hum on Skype with a beer in her hand all scribbling memories she never made into a moleskin notebook thinking how its too late now. As the self appointed spokesperson for the much loathed Idealist party (and if it is up for debate: by idealist I do mean socialist and by socialist I do mean fk yes we can!) its only late if you never try.

Fred Hampton said something to the effect of: if you are alive- and you see whats right in front of you and you see you have your hearts, your eyes, your breathe and you do nothing about it? If you do nothing about it because you are AFRAID you will die? Then forget my name- because you are dead already. Love like Revolution does not stop. It is a force that moves moves moves. And baby, it will move right along without you.

There is no doubt in my heart that this work we do is building the braid down into the invisible crowd. It will take leaps and bounds of faith to believe it. In ourselves. In each other. whats more, is if you don't believe in yourself, believe in me and it will come back to you. This is unconditional love. This is my dozen tulips delivered to your door ( why the hell doesn't anybody send flowers anymore). This is your laundry clean and folded the bunny fed, the kiss during lunch break the whole world on fire. Ours is a fair-tailed marriage. One to prove that jaws don't just drop in cartoons. One that will leave Skype in pantomime and kick stop the mission of pleading to be wanted ravenously. Ours is the marriage that met at the club, that touched at the club and left crazy for each other. So lift up your Radiohead and fucken then come and find me...
Nailnardo DiCaprio