Status: Edging closer to completion, I promise.
Could We
I, truthfully, am not good at remaining incognito for long. This was something that brewed quite recently while I was indulging in the finest of Incubus albums -- S.C.I.E.N.C.E., of course! -- and dawned upon me while listening to Summer Romance (Anti-Gravity Love Song) and it made me curious, therefore, despite the many variations people have boasted about the song (like omg Mary Jane! or tootally cheesy porno flick soundtrack worthy), I made my own hypothesis...
Brandon Boyd, the universal lover of all, has constantly won the affection of the world with his passionate lyrics of true romance, but has always been a victim of pathetic excuses for relationships. While he might be a man of true inspiration of others, he is only a man with a poor magnet to attract a proper, and ideal, soulmate. While on his quest, he might have found the perfect girl, someone to match his heart along with his wit. The difficulty might rise from the simple task of one thing: falling in love. Above all things of importance within his realm, while breathing and creating music are the priorities, they begin to evolve as things become increasingly more difficult for the singer. With love, comes great tasks, and of course, a beautiful life along the way. However, nothing is anything eradicated from his notebook: everything is far fetched and further from a plain reality than he believed it could be.
Okay, so I can't guarantee this will be a beautiful story. I can't guarantee that I will update feverishly. But I can keep a promise that it will be better than I have explained it to be. It's my first true story, one which will NOT be filled with ridiculous fan girl dreams, and has plenty of heavy thoughts, realities, and ideals along for the ride. While it may be a beautiful thing -- this thing that we call our world -- it is most definitely not an easy thing to swallow. The rating may, or may not, increase. Thanks to all who may come across this, one love! XOXO.
NOTE: Should I mention that this is completely fabricated? No? Well, it is. If Brandon was this love sick, I think Incubus might produce more sappy love songs that make women like me and my friends swoon even more than we already do. So, yes, this is not real. I doubt I would hope that it would be real, either.
Brandon Boyd, the universal lover of all, has constantly won the affection of the world with his passionate lyrics of true romance, but has always been a victim of pathetic excuses for relationships. While he might be a man of true inspiration of others, he is only a man with a poor magnet to attract a proper, and ideal, soulmate. While on his quest, he might have found the perfect girl, someone to match his heart along with his wit. The difficulty might rise from the simple task of one thing: falling in love. Above all things of importance within his realm, while breathing and creating music are the priorities, they begin to evolve as things become increasingly more difficult for the singer. With love, comes great tasks, and of course, a beautiful life along the way. However, nothing is anything eradicated from his notebook: everything is far fetched and further from a plain reality than he believed it could be.
Okay, so I can't guarantee this will be a beautiful story. I can't guarantee that I will update feverishly. But I can keep a promise that it will be better than I have explained it to be. It's my first true story, one which will NOT be filled with ridiculous fan girl dreams, and has plenty of heavy thoughts, realities, and ideals along for the ride. While it may be a beautiful thing -- this thing that we call our world -- it is most definitely not an easy thing to swallow. The rating may, or may not, increase. Thanks to all who may come across this, one love! XOXO.
NOTE: Should I mention that this is completely fabricated? No? Well, it is. If Brandon was this love sick, I think Incubus might produce more sappy love songs that make women like me and my friends swoon even more than we already do. So, yes, this is not real. I doubt I would hope that it would be real, either.
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Somewhere in Between
It was cute, but the process was going to be ugly. -
Peace in Weekly Visits
I'll be the dashingly beautiful musician, and you can be the pregnant folk bohemian girlfriend. -
Dimly Lit Inspiration
It broke my will that these were the remnants of what I had left after four years of hardships and blessings. -
Willing Target for Insensible Comments
That was an accident, but she considered it a blessing that she could always remind herself why it was that he had been such a caring and love smothered individual. -
Speck of Nothingness
She was eager to enter the water and wash away the remembrance of how I looked so utterly miserable most of the time. -
The Bohemian Einstein
She had the modern day Lothario in the palm of her hands, where he had her in his heart. The tallied points didn’t matter, after all. -
The Lavish Faceless Crowds
One daughter felt like a monumental accomplishment that would wipe my scattered schedule clean, but I held two in my arms that morning. -
A Secret Agenda
Jolie, for one, did not have to cope with the rational belief that Brandon had endured nearly nine months of torture and scrutiny, driven to the point of insanity. -
Unexplored and Unseen Life
I knew I’d never forget her, and that was something I ***ing hated above all. -
Postponed Infinite Love
“I cannot live like this forever, Brandon. I cannot spend the rest of my life with you. I have to go; I have to abandon you to show you." -
Her Watered Gaze
I knew everything there was to know about Jolie, but I knew absolutely nothing.