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This particular type of text, the celebratory one, is kind of difficult today. It`s not me. It`s you. Let me explain

You`re 30 and I love you intensely
that part is a given easy piece of type-flow true and real as zits, ink in skin, salt on fried stuff etc
and
I was thinking about you today at 00:01 when I was peeing in the dark, remembering all the times we pee(d) in the dark
in the early morning when wondering how early morning you would have, fantasizing of a spicy Omar breakfast
When staring at my foot, imagining how you would put your style on it
When writing a flattering letter to a nurse, believing in its importance and consequence because love is a given, to be served and spread and opened with no fear because Omar thought me so
When waiting for mother because mothers are on all sides of the bridge
When almost choosing the sweet corn option in the salad bar
When chewing on the baby mais
When mama bought bling bandages at the pharmacy
When eating strawberries wondering if they would make your tongue blister
(to be continued in the ending)

Now here is the celebratory conundrum
Excerpts from Yesterday
I was closing my eyes and dreaming that the paracet fizzy water was a deliberate vitamin come down in preparation for a next adventure, it made me think of you ofcourse
I almost started to cry when I tasted what they had done to the potatoes. This made me wish for yours ofcourse
The shock of realizing that there was nothing pink to see in the entire room, then I saw you clearly in the color of mind
I was looking at my foot, the same whiteness on the 4th day, wondering what do decorate it with, making a note that you would know best
at 23:50 I was trying to pee in the dark, looking for the right tricks, no shame all fun, thinking of you made it come

And the same unconscious conscious pattern of connections goes for the day before that and before that and Thursday and Wednesday and so on and so on and so on.
So, do you see what I mean? You have been with me today just as much as any other days, I have just struggled to find appropriate ways to add you in thought sequences with balloons in logical connections. Not easy. Vlad showed up. I have no explanation

When trying to sing forever young, no conviction was found because you`ll always be the most handsome oldie I know