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No copyright infringement intended. Just appreciation of music and lyrics to set a mood to my mood. #punchy
Feeling the oomph.
Let's talk about that. You either do. OR. Don't. Feel it. It's that simple. And it goes without saying if you feel it, the oomph, you are one lucky ducky. SO so SO lucky. I may feel the oomph now and again. AND. I generally don’t. Generally never have. BUT. BUT. There’s always a first for everything. Like. For example: if one were to say, get butterflies in one’s stomach simply via reading a message from a special someone who isn’t supposed to be anything BUT abnormally normal (in thought) and whose only contact has been through virtual platforms in too many years to remember, what does that EVEN mean. I MEAN. You know. Oomph wise?
(Insert off the charts oomph meter here please.)
I’m speaking hypothetically.
Not to me.
It happened to a friend of a friend of a friend who has this friend whose friend’s uncle has a friend whose friend’s friend it happened to. Seriously. I know. I was there. Then maybe I fib and just like saying and writing the word oomph. It’s possible. I’m oomph-y like that. ;)
P.S. It’s FriYAY the 13th. Remember that one time Kevin Bacon felt some oomph for some girl at that one camp? That didn’t end well. Not really. And woah, I wonder if that friend of a friend of a friend who has that friend whose friend’s uncle has a friend whose friend’s friend knows Kevin Bacon? Shrug. It’s possible. #oracleofbacon
All my oomph,
P.S. Notable “oomphy” couples that inspire me to believe that “love” doesn’t possibly, you know, suck. #cynical
Johnny and Angie Marr:
They started going out at the age of 15, and are still together. So huggable-y fuggin cute. AND. Sigh.
“Well, she’s the person who’s enabled me to be who I am and vice versa. She’s completed me, and I’ve completed her.” ~Johnny Marr
Robert Smith and Mary Poole:
Robert met Mary when he was just 14 years old and almost 15 years after they met, a very successful Robert penned "Lovesong" as his wedding present for Mary. The two exchanged vows on August 13, 1988, and are still together. Their story is simply just like FXXXING heaven.
"Mary means so incomprehensibly much to me. I actually don't think she has ever realized how dependent I've been of her during all these years we've been together. She's always been the one that has saved me when I have been the most self-destructive, she's always been the one that has caught me when I have been so very close to falling apart completely, and if she would have disappeared — I am sorry, I know that I'm falling into my irritating, miserable image by saying it — then I would have killed myself." ~Robert Smith
A moment of shared oomph at a recent Lorde concert at the Air Canada Centre in Toronto, March 2018.
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