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| Unbelievable vs. Impossible - 49 |
| Cars & Trucks, Etc. : Auto Parts : Glass |
| 03/15/06 |
I’m trying not to pick the peach until it is really ripe. Sometimes I’m too spontaneous. Are there any rules? I hope not. I am a romantic and I do the kissing thing uncontrollably and if I feel it ain’t there I will keep my lips in tuck mode #5.
I envision you coming through my door and flying me away to some cloudless sky, showing me your unconventional world, a world without a chill. You and I are different that way, I don’t have to see it to feel it. Some people wear it on their sleeves, I wear it everywhere when I feel it. Kinda like a bite dog without a muzzle, an umbrella in the sunshine, or a double aorta without a rhythm machine.
Boundless energy, hoper of hope, good guy over the evil empire. Spontaneous? One minute we could be here, the next you could be packing for a jungle run in a place so remote that the insects have names and they look like walnuts with wings. And please don’t complain to me about a split nail. You’re going to have to pack your own bag and make a jump shot once in a while. Don’t worry I will buy you your own sleeping bag with a built-in porta-potty. If you get inside you may never want to leave, and if I go inside I will NEVER take it out. It could be too much for you. Now I am of the thought that we should meet blindfolded and just feel each other’s faces. Like Braille on the plastic patrician of a New York taxi. Smelling each other, breathing without steam, a minute could turn into an hour and going off half-cocked could last one hundred fucking exhilarating days. Burn your light softly with me, at least until the feeling is uncontrollable.
Question: Do you dry yourself off the same way each time you get out of the shower/bath? Myself, I just shake off like a St. Bernard. You can bet I’ll get it all over you. Stay confused and amused but sooner or later you’re going to have to get those teeth out of the glass of water next to your bed and use them.
I must go before Thomasville arrives with the fond u lac shaped cheese cake dart board that I ordered LAST Christmas, for the Mummers Parade. Boo, you’re the target.
Do I have your attention?
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