jnthn

I have a vivid imagination. The brain seems to go 1080mph most of the day and when things slow down around me the aquarian brain moves into the cosmos. Walk home, start to think as I'm taking in things around me, but they're haze, they're smoke, they're blur. A flyer in the record store, a couple dancing, a drawing, man holding woman at an angle, a dip, her with a tight shirt and faceless expression, intensity and desire protruding through the sketched cotton. The cold wind, wind tunnel as I round the corner, imagining a night like tonight where maybe you're there, imagining the smallness of you in my grasp, warmth moves over goosebumped skin, round curves and back. I remember days like these where the darkness of winter mattered little, blinds behind layers of sheer curtain obscuring the outside, we inside in the semi-dark, mindless and mindful. But in this scenario it's not the old you who drove me insane before I had to drive myself back, but the new imaginary you, with faceless expression and tautness. I'm walking to see you, to be with you, friction vs. chill. Warm caress and restless, wild abandon.

I've been told I'm hypersensitive. Not the way you think...it's on the outside not the inside. I feel the air around me vibrate as each person goes by. I sense the trace of their being. I smell you from a distance, I feel you, know you're approach, your walk, my skin tenses up as you brush by, as if I were about to be hit, or kissed. You have no idea of your presence on my radar. I'm aware of you with every sense of my body. You have no idea I see you out of the farthest corner of my eye. You have no idea because you don't exist.
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This is Washington, DC. There have been sirens going for about the past 5 hours. Either the cold is killing people or there's some weird shit going on.
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I love dub

autobahn

some things

my family 1]
my family 2
my family 3

records

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get busy, I'll squak later!