...What a Lucky Girl.

Summer Saturday Adventures

Platform noses begging the sun to shine, negating blocker to turn that ever familiar shade of strawberry red. Girls whose skin turns into caramel on demand and hair that lets the sun weave 24 karat spools. Wind roaring louder than the engine and a Queen's view of the world as she sees it: each hop and skip and rush eliciting bigger smiles of pure enjoyment than the last. Scales that shine iridescent in the glow of dusk and peaceful rides home beneath the highway lights.

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Just Push the Knife in a Little Further

"We`re in the business of making friends. Its not just a moto. Its our way of life."

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"When are you running for President?"

it scares me when you say things like that.
how is it you remember me?
how do you make those thoughts regarding me?
it rips me to pieces. these girls here. and we've always been women.
13 going on 30 for years.
what was I doing? what am I doing?

"I haven't been gone but it feels like a lifetime"

He replies to me " I figure if I live life right the first time around there wont be any regrets"

I always knew there was something about you.

i rememeber the nights we were together but left alone. and then called because we were lonely. meeting mid-campus. cold nights in jeans and tennis-shoes.
somebody owns it.
you've got willpower. and the biggest house on the block.
who is this? you called me. you bet i did.
why me? why you?
why me?
because I said so.
disaster just means features blur.
and i've got more disasters than i do phone numbers.

and the yellow bird watches me from her pretty cage.
she never lets me forget her.

Its So Fucking Ironic

I just write about what its like to be me and be here. And then this happens.

Fuck you both. Seriously.

I don't even think anyone outside can imagine what this is like.
And I'm too angry to even begin to explain it.

Summer in St. Louis

This is what I meant, or as close as is possible to describe...
and just my luck, this happened to be on tv this sunday afternoon, playing to help me show you. show me.




its that feeling, right at 2.50.

I wish you could see this the way I do.

Quiet grassy banks.

Still waters reflecting time that stands still.

Lighting burning holes in the same air since the start.

I could sit there for hours, watching the same un-moving scene.

Melting. Congealed.

Content.

Holy Burned Blankets

I do not not thank God nearly enouggh for this. I missed feeling my heart beat against my chest bones this year. We cant always have things the way we want them. Lesson of 2008.