i will miss you each moment i am away, dear words and images that amuse and seduce and entertain and fuel my imagination and keep me company when i am alone in space...
i'll miss you people too :)
oh, and since i am flipping the world the bird with love and giggles, if you love me you'll fly to LA to tell Zoe what a fool she is for not knowing i am the coolest grape she's never peeled and if she wanted me for hot wild sex i would make her wait until she could bear waiting no more (which would give me time to get into better shape, but don't tell her that cuz it's not nearly as irreverently seductive, ya know?) and proceed to rock her world one skin cell at a time... and then we'd start making love on the inside for the first and last and only time cuz it would never end...
and then she sings:
see me dancing on the high wire
oh silly goose, you turn me on
so much all sense and reason gone
all i can do is melt in your arms
the puddle you make of me with your charms
is almost as sweet as the laughter you inspire
(as i try to sing this song)
oh burning man, you fill me with desire
now how can we go wrong?
yeah, so, less threatening strangers have inspired no less and it sure beats masturbating alone, but leave us not give all the secrets away in one gasp, or gulp, even... you see what a little lusting in the afternoon can do?... she was almost adorable, a south american cutie who sat and chatted and laughed during lunch and dinner and had me imagining what kissing was like (among other things)... so naturally i thanked Zoe for sending her to me because she does those things and after all, who else should i thank, i don't have a dog, after all... or a horn, for that matter... if you were expecting this to make sense, well, it does, but you don't have to know that even if you want to pretend you do for a moment or two just so nobody notices you are completely or at least partially lost... cuz i'm living in the moment and loving every minute of it, yeah... wait, a moment is shorter than a minute, isn't it?... but then, who's counting?...
so you say you want a rhyme or two, well what if i wrote one for you and one for me and one for someone else (that would make three) for starters... praise is making my eyes water, though i just yawned so that helped too, but the thought that there is hope for even the most broken among us is definitely a rainbow through tears... if only there was someone to curl up with tonight, then everything would almost really be alright, still and all i'm loving every moment today, as fantasy leads me back to reality and maybe me and myself (and i?) can find a moment to come out to play... after i blow my nose, that is... cuz like someone, i think his name is don, once sang, it's all about forgiveness yeah, even if...
sleep would be good now...
till, whenever :}