Turn off the future
Turn up the past
For only in your arms
will this fire last
Whatever I did, lord
I would do again
for what did I have then?
Don't say it's over
Your dark leaves
turned golden red
Don't say it's over
Your black eyes remind me
of the dreaming dead."
-The Dreaming Dead by Jesse Sykes and the Sweet Hereafter
I'm in a smoky sagebrush and shamblin' cattle rustler zombie sorta mood. I should be eating chipotle peppers and listening to the Sadies and Jesse Sykes. Then I'd have to put one of my favourite vampire movies on, Near Dark. I
that movie. After the movie, I'd corral my pet cowboy and hogtie him. Spurs make delightful marks. Or at least I think they do. 
Then off to sleep in our bedrolls by the fire, he playing harmonica with the coyotes serenading us. *sigh*
My friend K (not my ex K) and I visited my mom in the hospital this afternoon. They took 2 litres of liquid out of one lung.
She's in pretty good spirits though. I took her some of her favourite books by this tibetan monk. I'm going to see her again tomorrow night after work.
It was funny seeing K again. He's can be so sarcastically bitter and such a sweet guy, simultaneously. We've both had our run-ins with addictions. He was in love with an H junkie for awhile. Ironically enough, she quit using and died in a freak waterskiing accident. Life is strange. He still pines for her I think. He may come with me to the Sadies.
I had an odd experience last night. I've been talking to an SG member from Vancouver who has been telling me about his recent encounters with a girl he calls his sexual muse, L. Well last night L was over at his place and my friend wanted to test out his new webcam. I realized that L used to sleep with my old lover S. Indirectly, I think I am 2 degrees of separation from having slept with the entire eligible population of Canada. I guess that's what happens when you're a promiscuous bisexual in a small population pool. *sigh*
Off to turn up the dark twang and clean my apartment.
ps. whoever turned me on to Jesse Sykes, thank you very much.
pps . I forgot to mention this funny little incident that happened to me this afternoon. I went out the front door of my apartment. As I'm standing there waiting for K to pick me up, a little hatchback pulls up across the street with the hatch sticking up. The two guys and girl get out and try to figure out how to fix it. I run upstairs and come down with all this rope.They were grateful, but likely a little perplexed as to what an apartment dweller does with a stockpile of rope.
ppps: In response to _tsunami_'s inquiry as to why I had not slept with her. I missed out. I should have said: "formerly promiscuous bisexual." Lately, all my sex has been virtual.
Turn up the past
For only in your arms
will this fire last
Whatever I did, lord
I would do again
for what did I have then?
Don't say it's over
Your dark leaves
turned golden red
Don't say it's over
Your black eyes remind me
of the dreaming dead."
-The Dreaming Dead by Jesse Sykes and the Sweet Hereafter
I'm in a smoky sagebrush and shamblin' cattle rustler zombie sorta mood. I should be eating chipotle peppers and listening to the Sadies and Jesse Sykes. Then I'd have to put one of my favourite vampire movies on, Near Dark. I
that movie. After the movie, I'd corral my pet cowboy and hogtie him. Spurs make delightful marks. Or at least I think they do. Then off to sleep in our bedrolls by the fire, he playing harmonica with the coyotes serenading us. *sigh*
My friend K (not my ex K) and I visited my mom in the hospital this afternoon. They took 2 litres of liquid out of one lung.
She's in pretty good spirits though. I took her some of her favourite books by this tibetan monk. I'm going to see her again tomorrow night after work.
It was funny seeing K again. He's can be so sarcastically bitter and such a sweet guy, simultaneously. We've both had our run-ins with addictions. He was in love with an H junkie for awhile. Ironically enough, she quit using and died in a freak waterskiing accident. Life is strange. He still pines for her I think. He may come with me to the Sadies.
I had an odd experience last night. I've been talking to an SG member from Vancouver who has been telling me about his recent encounters with a girl he calls his sexual muse, L. Well last night L was over at his place and my friend wanted to test out his new webcam. I realized that L used to sleep with my old lover S. Indirectly, I think I am 2 degrees of separation from having slept with the entire eligible population of Canada. I guess that's what happens when you're a promiscuous bisexual in a small population pool. *sigh*
Off to turn up the dark twang and clean my apartment.
ps. whoever turned me on to Jesse Sykes, thank you very much.
pps . I forgot to mention this funny little incident that happened to me this afternoon. I went out the front door of my apartment. As I'm standing there waiting for K to pick me up, a little hatchback pulls up across the street with the hatch sticking up. The two guys and girl get out and try to figure out how to fix it. I run upstairs and come down with all this rope.They were grateful, but likely a little perplexed as to what an apartment dweller does with a stockpile of rope.
ppps: In response to _tsunami_'s inquiry as to why I had not slept with her. I missed out.
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Someone on SG recently sent me a picture where they're doing the same thumb thing. Pretty rad.