johnnyfive

humidity. it permeates the air making it almost edible. walking through it feels like mist, but heavier. nature's napalm. making me sweat constantly. getting so hot that i can feel my heartbeat throughout my entire i body and my veins are throbbing. i feel like what i imagine pure energy to feel like. then to lay in the damp sheets of a bed that i can feel every single fiber of as it strokes my moist body. sleep is a mistress that ignores me, taunts me, until the early morning. i twist, half-awake, a fleshy helix of movement trying to find peace on a dank basement floor.
on a lighter note, the coffee roasing company i work for has just rescued a mamma cat and her four lil' babies. and we got the mamma spayed. i love summer cable. my cable fairy just brought it back to me. and i think with enough budweiser tall boy cans and some TNN i can become a passive and mindful citizen.
the first thing that will completely turn me off when talking to the most beautiful woman in the world: she likes to watch reality tv shows. she loves 'em. oh my god, there was this one...
i'd also like to take a moment and personally thank the nameless creator of my agnostic world for brunettes with dark eyes. i think an angel would have to be italian looking or something if they're supposed to be the most beautiful creatures. maybe slavic. and how do elves stand up to angels when it comes to looks? who's better looking?