kickinglovers

I live my life in coloured day dots. Fresh meat three days. I know who I am, where I am, whom I'm talking to by the colours on the box; red saturday. Like some surface meaning pronounced by colour - defined by shade. The texture of each day ranges from moderatly stimulating to down right dull most of the time.
The quips are short, responses varied.. Always the same bored tone hidden in my voice. Too. Many. Other. Things. To. Think. About.

Constantly being reminded that this is a feeling to deal with and get over. One time I take a step and the ground feels safe, seven moments later I'm on my ass in a heap. There is still the feeling of need to be near you. I confess, I dwell..On you. Maybe it's unhealthy.. It is a confusion amounting to substance. In a parallel universe.. We didn't make those mistakes.. we just made others. Maybe we didn't even meet. Sad to loose something you think you will never find again.. sandy shore, stone pebbles and startfish. Drat and bother... I'm lingering on your kiss. That kiss which made the world turn upside-down.


Danny and I had a gay drama in town today. Neither of us could find anything to pur-chase for the weekend so we slumped and both confessed to having a tantrum/sulk. He then found something and all was well again. Still I ponder.
My ear is at 8mm Wooplaaah.


I'm sure I saw the girls and demons confirming in the corner, my suspicions were proved correct.. They are in on it together