When your hair is s’damn lovely.
Tag: women
I don’t mind losing grip on your hips,
When your hair is s’damn lovely.
choking
I catch myself nearly choking sometimes, as I sleep. This is recent and worse than the snoring which I only know of from third person accounts. I don’t know what’s happened. Perhaps I never learned to breathe properly. Or there’s a deviated this/that. I tire of the unhelpful bullshit from general practitioners. You’re fine, they say. Tell that to the people who have to listen to it. One girl tried to shut it by pouring scotch down my gullet for god’s sakes. Does that sound ‘fine’ to you, doc? Bury me in thunder because I might snore my way to the grave.
And now I’m wary of Bri, who might try to stab me. I ask that you please refrain from the vital organs until I can take the sharp instrument out of your hands. Blood doesn’t bother me, so if you feel the need I’ve got plenty of fleshy parts. You’ll know where.
Do you know about bears? Holy shit, the labels. It’s just a whole slew of labels and defined existences. Hoping to belong to something I suppose. Build tribes. Anyway, I’ve been called this a few times. Again this weekend. It happens when you spend all your life in major metropolitan areas, are thick/fat, and have a beard. It never even got me free drinks. Sorry, fellas. I have a good thing going with vaginas. And real breasts.
I am happy to see the rapture nonsense (from all sides) is over. Move along and die at your leisure.
choking
I catch myself nearly choking sometimes, as I sleep. This is recent and worse than the snoring which I only know of from third person accounts. I don’t know what’s happened. Perhaps I never learned to breathe properly. Or there’s a deviated this/that. I tire of the unhelpful bullshit from general practitioners. You’re fine, they say. Tell that to the people who have to listen to it. One girl tried to shut it by pouring scotch down my gullet for god’s sakes. Does that sound ‘fine’ to you, doc? Bury me in thunder because I might snore my way to the grave.
And now I’m wary of Bri, who might try to stab me. I ask that you please refrain from the vital organs until I can take the sharp instrument out of your hands. Blood doesn’t bother me, so if you feel the need I’ve got plenty of fleshy parts. You’ll know where.
Do you know about bears? Holy shit, the labels. It’s just a whole slew of labels and defined existences. Hoping to belong to something I suppose. Build tribes. Anyway, I’ve been called this a few times. Again this weekend. It happens when you spend all your life in major metropolitan areas, are thick/fat, and have a beard. It never even got me free drinks. Sorry, fellas. I have a good thing going with vaginas. And real breasts.
I am happy to see the rapture nonsense (from all sides) is over. Move along and die at your leisure.
Because I can’t write more,
I am least common. Hooray.
My mind remains in the gutter. I cannot participate.
Stoic.
Animal.
Sensitive.
Not at all. Giving and relenting are actions.
Griffith Observatory. The view is excellent at night. The wind peels away the sweat.
Hm. A poor or confused one I guess. I don’t mind being separate from most people.
The awkwardness goes away when there is trust. And what’s wrong with complimenting someone’s sexy arm color?
I do not use it enough and think it should be legal.
You don’t have to wear a seatbelt. You can be with whoever you like. Unless physically forced, you choose to follow the rules out of fear or respect for the laws of your government.
There are creepy smiles and nice smiles. It depends.
Let go of the crush and tell her, or let go of the crush and look elsewhere. But do yourself the favor and don’t pine after her. The more you internalize what you want, the more difficult it will be to be honest about it.
I don’t know about him, but someone I truly care about deserves all the patience and help I can muster.
Careful. If you think about it, you got it.
It does appeal to me, yes it does. My primary concern would be her happiness and well-being.
And if Gabriel found the sword that ended you, would your soul rejoice?
Because I can’t write more,
I am least common. Hooray.
My mind remains in the gutter. I cannot participate.
Stoic.
Animal.
Sensitive.
Not at all. Giving and relenting are actions.
Griffith Observatory. The view is excellent at night. The wind peels away the sweat.
Hm. A poor or confused one I guess. I don’t mind being separate from most people.
The awkwardness goes away when there is trust. And what’s wrong with complimenting someone’s sexy arm color?
I do not use it enough and think it should be legal.
You don’t have to wear a seatbelt. You can be with whoever you like. Unless physically forced, you choose to follow the rules out of fear or respect for the laws of your government.
There are creepy smiles and nice smiles. It depends.
Let go of the crush and tell her, or let go of the crush and look elsewhere. But do yourself the favor and don’t pine after her. The more you internalize what you want, the more difficult it will be to be honest about it.
I don’t know about him, but someone I truly care about deserves all the patience and help I can muster.
Careful. If you think about it, you got it.
It does appeal to me, yes it does. My primary concern would be her happiness and well-being.
And if Gabriel found the sword that ended you, would your soul rejoice?
poetic lines
Attempt to write some poetic lines with emphasis on the desire to ravage her. Fail to convey just how fucking much you want her. Contemplate loneliness. Contemplate the end of loneliness. Contemplate a car hitting a wall at a hundred miles an hour. Contemplate just how unromantic that is. Decide to work on breathing exercises and keep calm. See clouds and calm seas. See her shape in the clouds. See the shape immediately take on the tone of sunset sweaty flesh. Hear laughter and whispers. Take a shot or two of tequila. Decide that bullshit is best left to men who know how to be suave. Carry on with the ravaging.
poetic lines
Attempt to write some poetic lines with emphasis on the desire to ravage her. Fail to convey just how fucking much you want her. Contemplate loneliness. Contemplate the end of loneliness. Contemplate a car hitting a wall at a hundred miles an hour. Contemplate just how unromantic that is. Decide to work on breathing exercises and keep calm. See clouds and calm seas. See her shape in the clouds. See the shape immediately take on the tone of sunset sweaty flesh. Hear laughter and whispers. Take a shot or two of tequila. Decide that bullshit is best left to men who know how to be suave. Carry on with the ravaging.
sway
When I watch the trees move I think of the sway of your hips when you dance. In silence we are the rustling leaves, the breeze’s effortless skill at making us feel like sweaty gods. Our heads are those of ancient beasts. My fangs, my bulldog jaw, clamp down on the eternity of every moment. Seven fingers out of ten may touch you. The other three will delve far beyond touch. In every bird there is a silent stare, a prideful pleading. I press fingers into my blubber and think of the ocean and how warm it feels in December. The breeze is drawn there, then submits and is overtaken by the wind, joining its journey from end to end, like sucking toes and pulling hair. When I watch the sky gray I think of you, summer, and how nothing here fits or makes sense. Trying to make sense of things not meant for the thinking brain, just the doing one. This is the physics of heaven, hell, and where we lie in between.
sway
When I watch the trees move I think of the sway of your hips when you dance. In silence we are the rustling leaves, the breeze’s effortless skill at making us feel like sweaty gods. Our heads are those of ancient beasts. My fangs, my bulldog jaw, clamp down on the eternity of every moment. Seven fingers out of ten may touch you. The other three will delve far beyond touch. In every bird there is a silent stare, a prideful pleading. I press fingers into my blubber and think of the ocean and how warm it feels in December. The breeze is drawn there, then submits and is overtaken by the wind, joining its journey from end to end, like sucking toes and pulling hair. When I watch the sky gray I think of you, summer, and how nothing here fits or makes sense. Trying to make sense of things not meant for the thinking brain, just the doing one. This is the physics of heaven, hell, and where we lie in between.