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[29 Jun 2008|12:57am] |
I think I may be at the most cautious stage of falling for someone someone has ever been.
Let me explain.
I have a thing for someone. I have never met them. I may never meet them. Yet, I find them compelling, I love their fingers, their lips, their eyes, their hair, their words, their passion is dispassionate. I find this erotic. I tried to write something poetic about them. It was wank, and contrived. So i'm writing this.
I want them. I want them now. And yet, I don't. I am confused. I'm bewildered. I am a beast, a throbbing heart, a throbbing loin. An animal, and a poet, fighting for attention. I've never felt so damned fucking much, for someone who i've never laid eyes upon.
I am naked, and primal, and yet my instincts are fed on fact, upon words, they are fed from meat from her supple imagination, I want to make love to her for her pictures, her curvature of sky, her brushes, her scratched parchments, her fountain pen.
I am so soothed by her. I can't explain. I am drunk, forgive me. My writing is not great. But I think I have found someone I am really drawn to. And I think I like not telling her. If she could work it out from this, she would be even more hot.
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[29 Jun 2008|10:49am] |
Seems a few of you liked that entry I did last night. Thanks for what you said, it was nice to know people respond to it. It's not just my life and feelings, you see, it's my art too. So it's good to know it touches some buttons in yer heads.
I shot through the weekend without much trouble. Awesome. Two mega days of people logjam. Honestly, it was like a town hall during a floor, people everywhere. Mental. Just one more big-un to sort out and then Monday, which is unpredictable. A nice rest this evening and the hoping that Spain will swarm all over Germany like a load of mustard shirted bees. Ha ha! Sting their furious faces! Swell them up like pods, crack them open!
Or just score los goals lespaia! My Spanish is flawed! Aaaaargh! Hey fuck you! FUCK YOU MAN!
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[29 Jun 2008|04:37pm] |
Work is over for the weekend. It's a damned relief. Things have been so damned busy, and they're going to be busier in the coming week too.
Aol is lagging again. No surprise there. I could provide a faster ISP with a fucking carrier pigeon.
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[29 Jun 2008|05:33pm] |
Looks like the router is reaching the end of it's useage. Several measures have extended it's life but I think it might be time to replace it. I was going to get a different one, but this one has lasted nearly two years, which I gather is quite good for a router.
I'm watching Twin Peaks, which I think now, in the year 2008 is still the best show I have ever, ever seen. It baffles many, but only because it's so jam packed full of imagination and ideas, often too many to comprehend. What sticks it all together is it's central plot, wonderful dialogue, incredible characters, and the greatest atmosphere you will ever find in any tv program ever. No arguments!
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[29 Jun 2008|06:13pm] |
I love this music. Audrey's Prayer. I think it's the most romantic piece of music i've ever heard. Lovely, lovely stuff. Here's a thing I wrote without thinking. I'm trying to write a lot more without thinking. I've been reading a book about it, called Writing down the bones. I slip fingers into a page and read what's there, and I try it.
Bliss,
the way your fingers arch into my spine,
tinkle across my ivory, my bone, and skin,
electrify with touch,
hasten all hairs up to meet you,
as your back slides under touch,
meet me, meet me halfway,
pressing firmly and delicately,
over every single year I live,
taking me in and singing me out,
with lovely eyes and half whispered desire,
intoning lips and sighing sweet nothing,
but you make me feel i'm something,
when i'm with you.
It might be good, it might be crap. But I am freeing myself up.
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[29 Jun 2008|06:30pm] |
Right, Euro final in an hour. Until then i'm going to go ask Mould if she's got any spare potatoes so I can make a potato puppet show, and i'm going to use Bolb's bedroom door as a goal while she's out on the hen night with T'Becks.
BOOTIN' BONANZA BASTARDS!
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