This was my B-day memory for Devachka, who's thinking of movin' on:
Okay, so I used write poetic messages or stories to girls when they put up there sets. Sort of like little thank you's. Now a days I just have more life stuff and don't make a point of it. That said, if you're leaving, I will make time to tell you one.
Once upon a summer I sat waterbound in a Colorado creek bed. The breeze over a wet smile in the sunshine is more like the first breath of self awareness than the first breath of life. I knelt there, cradled by a giant innertube, cradled by friends, in a broken cradle of love with a red headed mirror of my heart kneeling next to me. She as unsure of the next moment as she had ever been of anything. I beamed across at her, completely oblivious to the older brother of fear that hung around her neck like a catfish box tethered to the river bed. She wasn't yet aware of that fear either. At this moment she was just one more splash of light kissing the surface of the water, as it ran laughing over rock and violence. Instead making everything around it seem a blanket seducing an afternoon nap, or a ghost of what air could be if only it were more beautiful. That was how she looked to me, the river and she did. Her smiling back was quick and fox like. Her blue eyes changing colors as they saw fit, her laugh static as the assault of children at play. One day I would become a former map maker of those freckles, an accountant detailing what we paid to have such moments, moments that seemed so free. But not today. Today we Captained vessels, today we were pirating dreams like songs on the interweb, we were ghosts of light. This day was one that could be burnt by turmoil, or an explosion of the best memories, the ones that make people forget why they ever went away. We didn't know what would be yet, we just held hands under the water and slid into tomorrow.
That's a little piece of my Colo. I figure you can have it if you want, for when you go on to the next thing.
Okay, so I used write poetic messages or stories to girls when they put up there sets. Sort of like little thank you's. Now a days I just have more life stuff and don't make a point of it. That said, if you're leaving, I will make time to tell you one.
Once upon a summer I sat waterbound in a Colorado creek bed. The breeze over a wet smile in the sunshine is more like the first breath of self awareness than the first breath of life. I knelt there, cradled by a giant innertube, cradled by friends, in a broken cradle of love with a red headed mirror of my heart kneeling next to me. She as unsure of the next moment as she had ever been of anything. I beamed across at her, completely oblivious to the older brother of fear that hung around her neck like a catfish box tethered to the river bed. She wasn't yet aware of that fear either. At this moment she was just one more splash of light kissing the surface of the water, as it ran laughing over rock and violence. Instead making everything around it seem a blanket seducing an afternoon nap, or a ghost of what air could be if only it were more beautiful. That was how she looked to me, the river and she did. Her smiling back was quick and fox like. Her blue eyes changing colors as they saw fit, her laugh static as the assault of children at play. One day I would become a former map maker of those freckles, an accountant detailing what we paid to have such moments, moments that seemed so free. But not today. Today we Captained vessels, today we were pirating dreams like songs on the interweb, we were ghosts of light. This day was one that could be burnt by turmoil, or an explosion of the best memories, the ones that make people forget why they ever went away. We didn't know what would be yet, we just held hands under the water and slid into tomorrow.
That's a little piece of my Colo. I figure you can have it if you want, for when you go on to the next thing.
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So something adventurous, stupid, humurous, painful, or in some other way interesting, ay? hmmm...I shot a naked girl in my room yesterday with her on-looking bF and we had a conversation about crotch make-up and how eventually it'll be the cause and spreader of a new STI (STD) and wipe out the porn star population.