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i can see in your eyes that you feel right at home here, in this place where words like "modular open source system" and "online economy" curiously tickle your sensibilities and dance right into your heart faster than I could ever start to believe in them. it's this gleam glowing brighter each time you remember you had something to say and start waving your arm around, frantically looking for a way to voice your opinions, because let's face it, you have many. i can see that today already.
i find myself sitting here searching for better words capable of expressing what i’m feeling without sounding horribly obnoxious and terribly trite. except, the only thing is that i’m not feeling like myself tonight and i might say something off-color, or more specifically a certain shade of blood red, the color of your glasses i guess inside my head.
i felt lost for awhile as you looked occupied and got all dreamy eyed over these technical concepts that flew over my head like passing shadows fluttering with an increasingly fading purpose.
but before i fall over and float away from you, turning to shadow myself...you should know that i can’t see beyond the frame of your glasses anyway...and the perfect boots on your feet. the boots that someday i’m going to take away from you.