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Lukewarm Location: 9ish yest, 23rd and Broadway Mood: excited Music: love me or hate me, it's still an obsession  Me: I'm not that guy - I don't pine after people. CaseyI: "I don't pine?" Logan, darling, your whole blog is one big long pine. Me: OK, I pine a little....wait, what? No it's not! Is it? Her: Have you read it? Onea my favorite quotes is So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth. My pastor just spoke of it. Said the word earnestness in that passage is the Greek word zēlos, from which we get zealous. Funny, right? Earnestness and zeal are related. In other words, honesty and passion are related. I submit that we love sports causea that passion. Champions fight with every fiber in their body for what they want. Step into a ring distracted and you get your block knocked off. And I'm no longer distracted. I know if I'm the button, needle or thread again. It's such a relief. Y'know, Heartgirl once said we'd never get along cause I'm dispassionate about certain people and things. But, I'm only dispassionate when faced with the lukewarm. If you look at the quote, lukewarm is nauseating - even to God. I'm tired of feeling lukewarm about everything. I wanna be hot or cold again. And y'meet so much lukewarm in the big city. The random boring conversations in the random blue nights. Whaddya do? Whodoyaknow? Blah, blah, blah. Man, just keep your lukewarm to yourself. Gimme some hated or love. Some passion, some zeal. Something. Hate me? Then wind up and swing. Want me? Then throw me down. Don't talk me to death. Fall's around the corner and I feel my teeth again. I'm excited. Maybe there is a SING or a girl on the east side missing a heart. Might happen. Give it to me. Gimme some honesty and heat. Knuckle up and swing like y'mean it. C'mon...hit me already. Labels: dating, dialogue, discussion, single life  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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