Degrees
Astral Star
Posts: 129
3-06-01
Where are you? I drink organic vanilla soy milk from a pink plastic wine glass. The bottom holds a tiny black dot.
It is 37 degrees anti social in here but 64 outside. Yeah, the laundry. Beat me with a hoe. It sits all warm and fresh in baskets. Cooling to a wrinkly 53 degrees. Outside it is clear. Starshine. Tepid.
Where are you? Dreaming up an orange ape facade? Rolling in the arms of a youngsters innocence? Tampering with her long blond hair? Do you look like the angel of sex when you come with her too?
88 and still I am tormented. Dip into a cool gargantuan pale blue trigger. Feel the steel around my pulse. 13 degrees, I am dead frozen by your will.
Where are you? Sinking into an ever pressing tired loveless daze? Lusting for more love? Picking out the last rocks from your brain?
It is 95 degrees and we belong here. In the turqouise sea. Flippers and fins. Attempting to jolt the giant parrot fish with our kahlua pina colada swollen fingers. Caressing flea ridden calico kittens. Basking, half naked, in the tropical sunshine. Forgetting everything but the beautiful things we would someday do.
Where am I?
Where are you? I drink organic vanilla soy milk from a pink plastic wine glass. The bottom holds a tiny black dot.
It is 37 degrees anti social in here but 64 outside. Yeah, the laundry. Beat me with a hoe. It sits all warm and fresh in baskets. Cooling to a wrinkly 53 degrees. Outside it is clear. Starshine. Tepid.
Where are you? Dreaming up an orange ape facade? Rolling in the arms of a youngsters innocence? Tampering with her long blond hair? Do you look like the angel of sex when you come with her too?
88 and still I am tormented. Dip into a cool gargantuan pale blue trigger. Feel the steel around my pulse. 13 degrees, I am dead frozen by your will.
Where are you? Sinking into an ever pressing tired loveless daze? Lusting for more love? Picking out the last rocks from your brain?
It is 95 degrees and we belong here. In the turqouise sea. Flippers and fins. Attempting to jolt the giant parrot fish with our kahlua pina colada swollen fingers. Caressing flea ridden calico kittens. Basking, half naked, in the tropical sunshine. Forgetting everything but the beautiful things we would someday do.
Where am I?
"If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to eachother." Mother Theresa
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just... lovely
i like your style
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce