Toasters Tuning (for all my sexy bitches)

Lost in that sound, that echo, that tunnel, that chasm of hope, that string, that thread, that needle, that joke.

Trapped in that fragment of time gone pause.

Of two or more glasses attached to one another — fated to the clanging of intertwining destinies.

Standing on the shoulders of those who truly care enough to hold you up through it all.

That pillar, that bedrock, that foundation of ecstasy, that distillery of invitation, that cackle of friendly suffering.

To warm hugs and long lost stories — a toast!

From how you’ve been, to where you’re going, and how I so long to help you get there.

Because after all, over the cigarette breaks venting between a sworn oath of trust, and red wines of wiser words, that’s what friends are for. To help you move forward and find your happy.

To you! May all of your dreams come true. Let’s make each one a reality — one at a time.

It’s a team effort.

Don’t ask why — just know you are worth it! You deserve it, friend.

But in return, can you do me a favor? Pretty pleeeeeease.

I need you to go look yourself in the mirror right now, say the word beautiful, and now imagine that is your name.

Now say it out loud again.

Imagine a world where that’s true — because it is.

Mine is sexy bitch.

Hi, nice to finally meet you beautiful.

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