Finally slept without emmy bothering me. we finally had to start putting her in her cage at night. she barked for a little while when she noticed I had my light on. oh well she will survive. Baron seems happy she is not invading my (well really HIS) space.
No one had dinner at home last night. and not much in the fridge. so I went to sonics for dinner. keith said he already showered but he decided to hang out with me anyway since I offered him a icecream cone. he says he is spoiled. what a cute kid...well at the moment
I need to write a paper so I got up early today. grr grr grr.
I also have to feed/clean birds. plus I have to leave for school by 1. oh shoot. I have to go earlier .... it is my only day I can run to reddi arts to buy the sketchbook I need for class. damnit. the I am going to leave class a few minutes early to cause I promised keith a afternoon out with his sis. I promised the new hillary duff movie he wanted to see and burger king. he is so excited about it too. how can I say no. at least I get to see a movie I want to see on saturday. but its nice to have time with keith. I don't get to spend any real time with him much anymore.
well time for shower and to face the world.
We never even kissed, or looked into each other's eyes, our lips just
Trespassed on those inner labyrinths hidden deep within our ears,
Filled them with the private music of wicked words
Hers in many languages, mine in the off-color of my only tongue, until
as our tones shifted and our consonants spun and squealed, rabbled faster, hesitated, raced harder
Syllables soon melting into groans or moans, finding purchase in new words, or old words, or made-up words
Until we gathered up our heat and refused to release it, enjoying too
much the dark lane which we had suddenly stumbled upon
Prayed to, carved to, not a communication really, but a channeling of
our rumored desires, hers for all I know gone to black forests and
wolves, mine banging back to the familiar form, that great revenant mystery I still could only hear the shape of
Which in spite of our separate lusts and individual prize, still
continued to drive us deeper into stranger tones, our mutual desire to keep gripping the burn
Fueled by sound, hers screeching, mine...I didn't hear mine, only hers, probably counter-pointing mine
A high pitched cry, then a whisper dropping unexpectedly, to practically
a bark, a grunt, whatever, no sense anymore, and suddenly no more curves either, just the straightaway
Too bad dark languages rarely survive..."
--this one came from 2 seperate sources.
No one had dinner at home last night. and not much in the fridge. so I went to sonics for dinner. keith said he already showered but he decided to hang out with me anyway since I offered him a icecream cone. he says he is spoiled. what a cute kid...well at the moment
I need to write a paper so I got up early today. grr grr grr.
I also have to feed/clean birds. plus I have to leave for school by 1. oh shoot. I have to go earlier .... it is my only day I can run to reddi arts to buy the sketchbook I need for class. damnit. the I am going to leave class a few minutes early to cause I promised keith a afternoon out with his sis. I promised the new hillary duff movie he wanted to see and burger king. he is so excited about it too. how can I say no. at least I get to see a movie I want to see on saturday. but its nice to have time with keith. I don't get to spend any real time with him much anymore.
well time for shower and to face the world.
We never even kissed, or looked into each other's eyes, our lips just
Trespassed on those inner labyrinths hidden deep within our ears,
Filled them with the private music of wicked words
Hers in many languages, mine in the off-color of my only tongue, until
as our tones shifted and our consonants spun and squealed, rabbled faster, hesitated, raced harder
Syllables soon melting into groans or moans, finding purchase in new words, or old words, or made-up words
Until we gathered up our heat and refused to release it, enjoying too
much the dark lane which we had suddenly stumbled upon
Prayed to, carved to, not a communication really, but a channeling of
our rumored desires, hers for all I know gone to black forests and
wolves, mine banging back to the familiar form, that great revenant mystery I still could only hear the shape of
Which in spite of our separate lusts and individual prize, still
continued to drive us deeper into stranger tones, our mutual desire to keep gripping the burn
Fueled by sound, hers screeching, mine...I didn't hear mine, only hers, probably counter-pointing mine
A high pitched cry, then a whisper dropping unexpectedly, to practically
a bark, a grunt, whatever, no sense anymore, and suddenly no more curves either, just the straightaway
Too bad dark languages rarely survive..."
--this one came from 2 seperate sources.
Happy Tuesday!