Dear Germany Germany,
Firstly: I understand I do open invitations of marriage all the time, but in this instance – I truly mean it. I know that you are not from the country where I would desire legal working class citizenship – but I feel like we could make it work. Maybe we can move to Utah with the polygamists – you can have like 10 wives, and we can both get papers – win?
Secondly: Futurecop! + YOU (being Germany Germany) – makes me so happy, I could just explode. I want to do mad Madonna on the spot kicks at my desk > and then all up 4th St, to Powell St Station > then possible moonwalking up and down train carriages – until my stop at 24th/ Mission > then I’m shimming all the way home to my front door, where I might just spin in circles while looking at the sky.
Thirdly: Berlin feat. Top Less Gay Love Tekno Party, YOU! again – is just really very nice. and something I could happily listen to again, and again.
I’m not entirely sure what I am bringing to this possible marriage – but I am a pretty good cook, and I will happily pay for a cleaner. I have ok taste in music – and I like nice things, so we would likely have a sick looking house. My parents have a house in Asia we could holiday at – and I come with the allure of Australian citizenship.
Mull it over; I think of it more of a partnership, than an offer of romance.