VACATION
Had a nice time. Masturbated on the shore at night with hard paranoia of who was behind me interupting the natural flow of the occasion, but put back on course by the sounds of the waves crashing against the rocks, a near full moon illuminating the waves blue. Distant lights wandering toward me, clouds masking the stars. Making sure not to get anything on the bench.
Stared at the lake for 45 minutes the next day. Wrote some insignificant poetry. Thought a lot. Wondered if waves are at all similar to human interaction.
Weak showers. Imagine walking outside in a drizzle, and hoping that if you're out long enough your conditioner will wash out.
Cabins are nice. Cold nights, lots of blankets. Warming up by thinking about being warmed up. Body heat powering weird sex dreams, moments out of Brett Easton Ellis novels.
WORK
Did that today. Did that before I went out. Be doing that tomorrow. The next day I'll be doing that too.
That's the part that sounds familiar I'll guess.
SHIRTS
GOT some. They fit me. One of 'em has a big fuckin' three on it. I GRIN AT THAT.
FLIRTING
...a new favorite passtime.
MUSIC
...is always nice. Got a new discman. This is happiness. Happiness. Happiness is me walking down the street with Idioteque playing as I walk into a large open room when the chorus breaks. Happiness is driving down the road screaming 'I BELIEVE IN MIRACLES' at the top of my lungs, breathing insanity into passing vehicles.
END
Had a nice time. Masturbated on the shore at night with hard paranoia of who was behind me interupting the natural flow of the occasion, but put back on course by the sounds of the waves crashing against the rocks, a near full moon illuminating the waves blue. Distant lights wandering toward me, clouds masking the stars. Making sure not to get anything on the bench.
Stared at the lake for 45 minutes the next day. Wrote some insignificant poetry. Thought a lot. Wondered if waves are at all similar to human interaction.
Weak showers. Imagine walking outside in a drizzle, and hoping that if you're out long enough your conditioner will wash out.
Cabins are nice. Cold nights, lots of blankets. Warming up by thinking about being warmed up. Body heat powering weird sex dreams, moments out of Brett Easton Ellis novels.
WORK
Did that today. Did that before I went out. Be doing that tomorrow. The next day I'll be doing that too.
That's the part that sounds familiar I'll guess.
SHIRTS
GOT some. They fit me. One of 'em has a big fuckin' three on it. I GRIN AT THAT.
FLIRTING
...a new favorite passtime.
MUSIC
...is always nice. Got a new discman. This is happiness. Happiness. Happiness is me walking down the street with Idioteque playing as I walk into a large open room when the chorus breaks. Happiness is driving down the road screaming 'I BELIEVE IN MIRACLES' at the top of my lungs, breathing insanity into passing vehicles.
END
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