

Riding at NightBright rolling melody fills our ears as tires whizz on the glistening roadway--bright cold air smells of afterrain freshness your hand is squeezing warming mine--I'm holding on tight as we ride rolling uphill downhill passing girls in heels darkened windows neon lights streak by-Riding at Night


How he laughs-He laughs. How he laughs- scent of laughter giddy laughter the peanut butter jelly laughter of a boy, now the pungent, desperate laughter of a man- Like the smell of burnt hot dogs, Like scorched spices and chemical reactions- Bitter, aggressive laughter. He wants to laugh but he is feeling Bitter, aggressive. I want him to laugh but now I am feeling Bitter. So we laugh it off.How he laughs-


We sat by the waterWe sat by the water.We sat by the water
You showed me your scars
Here, and Here.
We sat by the water.
I told you my fears
This, and This.
I felt with my fingers flat smooth stones
and rocks with corners sharp.
You told me you hurt.
I asked you where. You pointed, Here,
your heart.
I felt with my fingers your pounding chest,
its wild throbbing pulse.
We stood by the water
skipping stones
There, and There
across.


Li'l EccentriCities...Presently,Li'l EccentriCities
preservation is meaningless perseverance. ----
...Presently,
I'm chomping reckless brownies
(reckless to the mind but not to the mouth)
and
I'm gulping stolen yogurt
(stolen to the hands but not to the heart)
One's fat free and
the other is chock full
(though they're the same to the tongue)
these little eccentricities are skipping about
those dirty fingernails that you've not yet cut
I'm a me I'm a my I am freckles on the thigh &nbs
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I was happy in my harbor, when you cut me loose.
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# et puis...
# ... un rêve sans étoiles est un rêve oublié
e t s y │ b l o g
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ABY
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"My job is a decision-making job. And as a result, I make a lot of decisions." George W. bush
"really? what a surprise!!" said the rest of the world
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"If they give you ruled paper, write the other way." -- Juan Ramón Jiménez
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