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...for a partial rendition of "The Raven." a voice file from me as requested from you know who.
-pb
i want you here with me to ride out the violent summer storm outside.
i'd like it if you'd put your cool hand on my forehead when i get angry about that new 311 cover of "Lovesong."
you can lay your head in my lap anytime you want, i promise i'll move my book and beer.
i'll apologize sleepily and kiss you behind the ear when i get too hot from spooning and have to turn over.
i'd change my single guy rule and always put the toilet seat down after i boy-pee.
i promise to actually put my dirty dishes in the dishwasher, even face the plates towards the inside.
if some ass honks at you and makes lewd comments as we cross the street i'll make sure to flip him off and dare him to get out of his yuppie-mobile.
i'll hold all of the doors for you and buy you beer all night long if you can show me the way back home afterwards.
i'd wash your hair with my clumsy boy hands while we're in the shower just to show you i can be gentle if i try.
i'd tell you 'no' and stand firm if i thought it was for your own good.
i'd walk around the house naked in the middle of the night with a baseball bat or my 9mm if something that went bump in the night woke you up scared. even if it was just the wind.
i'd never let you watch Lifetime again, for your own good.
i'd read to you at night while you fall asleep on my chest.
-pb
music: the cure
book: poe
attire: boxer briefs, glasses, watch
drink: guiness extra stout
disposition: wistful
"...songs about happiness
murmered in dreams
till we both of us knew
how the end always is..."
beautimous
...for a partial rendition of "The Raven." a voice file from me as requested from you know who.
-pb

i want you here with me to ride out the violent summer storm outside.
i'd like it if you'd put your cool hand on my forehead when i get angry about that new 311 cover of "Lovesong."
you can lay your head in my lap anytime you want, i promise i'll move my book and beer.
i'll apologize sleepily and kiss you behind the ear when i get too hot from spooning and have to turn over.
i'd change my single guy rule and always put the toilet seat down after i boy-pee.
i promise to actually put my dirty dishes in the dishwasher, even face the plates towards the inside.
if some ass honks at you and makes lewd comments as we cross the street i'll make sure to flip him off and dare him to get out of his yuppie-mobile.
i'll hold all of the doors for you and buy you beer all night long if you can show me the way back home afterwards.
i'd wash your hair with my clumsy boy hands while we're in the shower just to show you i can be gentle if i try.
i'd tell you 'no' and stand firm if i thought it was for your own good.
i'd walk around the house naked in the middle of the night with a baseball bat or my 9mm if something that went bump in the night woke you up scared. even if it was just the wind.
i'd never let you watch Lifetime again, for your own good.
i'd read to you at night while you fall asleep on my chest.
-pb

music: the cure
book: poe
attire: boxer briefs, glasses, watch
drink: guiness extra stout
disposition: wistful
"...songs about happiness
murmered in dreams
till we both of us knew
how the end always is..."
beautimous
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thanks for the quasi-company in the ungodly hours this morning.
i got a little bit of sleep and woke up fairly fucking fabulous actually. saturday morning with the house to myself (much as i do love the boy), lady pacific is noisy and rough today, though its sunny out. i could sit here listening to the waves all day, with a pen in hand but forgetting to use it. what can you write when the pacific conspires to shame you to insignificance? and on a note that is neither profound nor beautiful, laziness consumed me today when i woke up starving, so rather than walk to the co-op for a vegan lunch, i threw caution to the wind and ordered a pizza. i have never had an entire pizza to myself. being a twin, i share a face, a birthday cake every year, and as a child-everything from a bedroom to an identity (forever being called "the twins" as if we were a collective identity or worse still "julie or kelsey" as if acknowledging that one of those is my name would suffice so the simple pleasures of selfishness of having something mine and no one elses still delights me into simple content.
happy saturday
..yep, that means i'm showing you off. hehehe