Oh my boy-brother took care of me, greatful as as I am, he has more then enough in collatoral.. havent gone as far as to put my soul down on paper as a trade, best not to put a monetary price on ones essense.
got dumped today, which could have been far worse, she could have been pregnant, it was one of those not so discreet voice mails "yeh, I need to talk to you" coaxing the words out after putting some thoughts of my own on to paper
so many things would go smoother if only we all had the time space and energy to leave complexities in words as that words alone
I love her, and no i am lucky for never having told her, I mentioned her age but only as a reference for similar we were in spirit
I also realized just now, I have never came while going at it with a girl until I had told her just that, that i loved her.
i always stopped, thats some tantric shit for you.
good for me
I now have another holographic image of a person who was extremely attracted to me for a brief time until they were too afraid to try and drop expectations and assumptions and just enjoy the ride.
"call me sometime"
-laugh- supposesdly a defense mechanism, however I can laugh alot of things, so fuck it
my response, we'll see about that
people who choose to walk away should never turn around, like that old old greek story
some one will see you, and you will see them, and they will continue on and you for just that brief moment, will be frozen, and aware of who you are and where you are and you will neither want to live or die
ah the trivial pursuits..
ok I am compiling an extended ep, and i am taking requests on matters to be vocalized, synthesized and crapped upon.
i will be doing so under this screen name, any and all on my friends list, and the rubber necking strangers who want to hear my catterwall ah few chords, do so , and submit a barrage of unitelligable grapes for me to squash with me feets of chickanery
as if that was intelligable, of poor spelling no less
for example: breast reductions
no, i wont do it
undead dating services , yes
miracles on burned out marquees , yes
death and grieving, in a single cell family, sure
certainly there are many more fun and illuminatingly chaotic and desperately...
good nite
got dumped today, which could have been far worse, she could have been pregnant, it was one of those not so discreet voice mails "yeh, I need to talk to you" coaxing the words out after putting some thoughts of my own on to paper
so many things would go smoother if only we all had the time space and energy to leave complexities in words as that words alone
I love her, and no i am lucky for never having told her, I mentioned her age but only as a reference for similar we were in spirit
I also realized just now, I have never came while going at it with a girl until I had told her just that, that i loved her.
i always stopped, thats some tantric shit for you.
good for me
I now have another holographic image of a person who was extremely attracted to me for a brief time until they were too afraid to try and drop expectations and assumptions and just enjoy the ride.
"call me sometime"
-laugh- supposesdly a defense mechanism, however I can laugh alot of things, so fuck it
my response, we'll see about that
people who choose to walk away should never turn around, like that old old greek story
some one will see you, and you will see them, and they will continue on and you for just that brief moment, will be frozen, and aware of who you are and where you are and you will neither want to live or die
ah the trivial pursuits..
ok I am compiling an extended ep, and i am taking requests on matters to be vocalized, synthesized and crapped upon.
i will be doing so under this screen name, any and all on my friends list, and the rubber necking strangers who want to hear my catterwall ah few chords, do so , and submit a barrage of unitelligable grapes for me to squash with me feets of chickanery
as if that was intelligable, of poor spelling no less
for example: breast reductions
no, i wont do it
undead dating services , yes
miracles on burned out marquees , yes
death and grieving, in a single cell family, sure
certainly there are many more fun and illuminatingly chaotic and desperately...
good nite