Beautiful, bountiful text, I do profess my love and devotion. You have the power to shape my lustful thoughts as I have become obsessed with the flawlessness of your form. Oh whisper to me in words of clarity and subtleness. The exquisite structure of your body emphasizes the movement through the pages of my heart. As the individual flowers of your garden do blossom into silhouettes of delicate color, my mind twirls like an ampersand when I consider your beauty.
As I tap, tap, tap on my keyboard, the sweet musings of my affection, my mind wanders to the gutter. I dream of swimming in the silvery gray sea of your wisdom as it flows and caresses the fine columns on your substrate. I ponder the face our relationship with the thoughtfulness and consideration of a selfless lover. Although you are relentless in your need of my sensitive touch, I persevere with thoughts of your copious visual delights.
Ahhhhh but you toy with the texture of my love.
I do so cringe when your characters kiss the others and yes when you tweak your line space it sets my heart aflutter. I contemplate the spaces I would track to overcome my all-consuming obsession but my love has become centered on your sumptuous indents.
Be still my kerning heart.
Once again, I peruse your letters searching for meaning but alas the rivers violating your body do so mar my quest for unreserved perfection but ultimately you still contain the drop caps of my dreams.
Am I unjustified in my love? Please do not dash my hopes with the careless hyphenation.
Oh text, beautiful, bountiful text. You are not an afterthought in my lustful designs
but a true companion and consummate partner.
Love and Wingdings :-)
Ms. Dash
2 comments:
Oh! Ms. Dash, you are one with words...Your Passion for typography overwhelms me with joy! A dear companion of mine had a marvelous dream about a font tree the other night. There was an abundance of Avant Garde, a plethora of Pignot and an overwhelming amount of Optima. Futura fell with the grace of Garamond and landed in a pile of Prestige bold italic. Oh! font tree, how you only exist in the dreams of designers baffles me, when will you be ripe for the picking!?
BillR_DB_GDII
Oh! Ms. Dash, you are one with words...Your Passion for typography overwhelms me with joy! A dear companion of mine had a marvelous dream about a font tree the other night. There was an abundance of Avant Garde, a pleathera of Pignot and an overwhelming amount of Optima. Futura fell with the grace of Garamond and landed in a pile of Prestige bold italic. Oh! font tree, how you only exist in the dreams of designers baffles me, when will you be ripe for the picking!?
BillR_DB_GDII
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