The Framily Tree

I ran across this quote by Douglas H. Gresham, the stepson of C.S. Lewis, where he was describing his stepfather. I thought it was quite fitting, describing the quick bond between our "framily".

"Jack (C.S. Lewis), was a man whose extraordinary scholarship and intellectual ability isolated him from much of mankind. There were few people among his peers, who could match him in debate or discussion, and those who could, almost inevitably found themselves drawn to one another in a small, tight-knit group which became known as 'The Inklings' (framily) and which has left us with a legacy of literature (proverbs). J.R.R. Tolkien, John Wain, Roger Lancelyn-Green, and Neville Coghill were among those who frequented these informal gatherings."

Now, I would never rise to set us upon the same level as these great wordsmiths, but, this is akin to how I already feel about our kinship. That, and I just needed a legitimate excuse to use the word kinship in my writing. :) Because that is a fun word. Just like the framily.

Now, I have a song for us. :)

You're a part time lover and a full time friend

The monkey on you're back is the latest trend

I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else but you

I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train

I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side

I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else but you

Here is the church and here is the steeple

We sure are cute for two ugly people

I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else but you

The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me

So why can't, you forgive me?

I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else but you

I will find my nitch in your car

With my mp3 DVD rumple-packed guitar

I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else but you

Up up down down left right left right B A start

Just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smart

I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else but you

You are always trying to keep it real

I'm in love with how you feel

I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else but you

We both have shiny happy fits of rage

You want more fans, I want more stage

I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else but you

Don Quixote was a steel driving man

My name is Adam I'm your biggest fan

I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else but you

Squinched up your face and did a dance

You shook a little turd out of the bottom of your pants

I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else but you

The End