kloiterra

"my favorite ryan", she said. "i love how you look me in the eyes when i'm speaking to you...you have a way-it looks like yr looking at the inside of the back of my skull when i talk to you. nobody does that! most people look at yr mouth when yr talking."
she had just thrown up. she said i remind her of a satyr. after all, i am a capricorn, a goat, a descendant of Pan, perhaps? it would explain a few things. "you let people believe that they're fooling you - nobody does that!"...my favorite trick.
the ink is dry, the itching has subsided, the scabs are down the drain, into the river, and more than halfway to new orleans by now. some of my friends asked me if we "were intimate". i know what they mean, and they all know better. mentally, emotionally, for sure. physically, no. of course not. they know better.
haven't heard from the young one for weeks now. hope all is well. in the meantime, i'm growing more and more excited to meet the one i get excited about next.
been looking around for a new job. a new place to perform the same tasks, only better.
"what the hell am i doing?"
its not what i'm doing, because i do it well. it's what i'm not doing, which is anything important.
spinning in an eddy in this stream, it seems, but i know how to swim... all is temporary.
onward!
huzzah!