ahhh....the sweetness of make up monkey love sex..........
we hashed it out until there was nothing left. this is what he meant:
for the past 2 years, his daughter was the only thing that kept him going, kept him moving, kept him alive. when there was no one who loved him, when there was nothing to live for, there was only her. and he can't imagine that feeling doubled. it's just too big.
another thing he said was that i have given him hope that has renewed dreams he'd thought were lost to him. a soul mate, someone who understands him, someone who loves him completely, a partner, a family. a real family like the way it should be.
and i told him that no amount of "social retardedness" gives him the right to haphazardly toss words together without much thought to the consequences, and that if he really cares about me, he will consider what he says to me before it crosses his lips from now on.
so, i went over to his house, and he held me for a long time. and i did something that i never do. i let him see the hurt in my eyes. him. the one that did it. and he kissed it away.
we got ourselves a little impaired after a little while, and for the rest of the nite, i swear, it was like the whole history of great loves throughout the ages was coursing through us. i felt like i was in a dream or a movie or an ideal. just a regular boy and a regular girl sitting in nowhere, america, being connected in such a way as to underscore the importance and feeling of the mythical true love, but at the same time writing it all down for the first time.
there is nothing sweeter.
here's a poem i wrote for a french surrealism class about 2 years ago.
i was calling for him:
masochistic ambition
piercing intensity of a future memory
steal me from mortal confines
yes, i feel the voltage
comprehension without weight of thought
against the universal backdrop
reaching for reality to stabilize myself
finding only the reality of truth
two twin souls reeling in perfect stillness
melt me with your cool fluidity
the sweetest death____
by: ME
we hashed it out until there was nothing left. this is what he meant:
for the past 2 years, his daughter was the only thing that kept him going, kept him moving, kept him alive. when there was no one who loved him, when there was nothing to live for, there was only her. and he can't imagine that feeling doubled. it's just too big.
another thing he said was that i have given him hope that has renewed dreams he'd thought were lost to him. a soul mate, someone who understands him, someone who loves him completely, a partner, a family. a real family like the way it should be.
and i told him that no amount of "social retardedness" gives him the right to haphazardly toss words together without much thought to the consequences, and that if he really cares about me, he will consider what he says to me before it crosses his lips from now on.
so, i went over to his house, and he held me for a long time. and i did something that i never do. i let him see the hurt in my eyes. him. the one that did it. and he kissed it away.
we got ourselves a little impaired after a little while, and for the rest of the nite, i swear, it was like the whole history of great loves throughout the ages was coursing through us. i felt like i was in a dream or a movie or an ideal. just a regular boy and a regular girl sitting in nowhere, america, being connected in such a way as to underscore the importance and feeling of the mythical true love, but at the same time writing it all down for the first time.
there is nothing sweeter.
here's a poem i wrote for a french surrealism class about 2 years ago.
i was calling for him:
masochistic ambition
piercing intensity of a future memory
steal me from mortal confines
yes, i feel the voltage
comprehension without weight of thought
against the universal backdrop
reaching for reality to stabilize myself
finding only the reality of truth
two twin souls reeling in perfect stillness
melt me with your cool fluidity
the sweetest death____
by: ME
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lunna:
I need some monkey lovin' too. Miss you sweetie and hope all stays well with you 
lunna:
I have no clue where Evildoc is..but I have his number maybe I'll call and find out. Later sweetheart!