Seminole Love Streaks in far away places
I need to make more time if not devote more time if not just stop trying to slow down the tick tock hands of time and find seconds to chisel in my recorded memories of life on the vinyl record player of life. So I have And Hear I am and let me just write forth what sounds of life have played out. Debates and imaginations have been flying out wildly the last few days. Arguing with a Creationist can almost become a childlike war of words, but it has yielded some reflections on how a belief system will be protected at all cost even when reasoning is slapping them in the face. Fear and uncertantity the thin membrane that holds their life together can never be challenged or have another shed of light casted on thier illusion. But I dont care to talk about that much,....thats not why Im here......The complexity in the days must get weeded out life is a travel at the moment trying to stay in cool weather and Washington offers that at the moment.
YEt my mind takes me back to Tampa...
Rings and bells of casino slot machines chatters in the background the smell of cigarette smoke here and there lingers ..egos are everywhere and everyone seems to trying their luck at taking down the casino. I prefer taking a slower pace and mozzying it up at the bar collecting matches from all my travels where the energy of this dame had walls higher than that of china protecting her fragile sheel of a soul or so i believed........Fake breast implants leopard vest she obviously forgot how beautiful her eyes could be if she only lost the thick maybelline and stopped using her chest to lurer the men.
Ego just pulsing off of her. She embodied and embrace the label of a hot moody bitch , but i knew it was fake.
SO my mind dances inside.
Conversation is limited and cold.
Ill save the romance another time.......so i do.....
My Buddy told me he bumped into Michelle Bachmann on the elevator lierally as he was making his way to his hotel room, the First Republican Tea Partyy Debates were being held directly from where we were staying.
Being young and naive he had no idea who she was,...........I told him its gonna make a great story later on in the years if she ever becomes president..you silly fuck.
My luck at the casino was paying off playing War. I was driunking salty dogs for free and buying everyone artound me rounds.......it usually works that way for me when i gamble ...I plaY Robbin Hood and take from the casino only to give it back in alcoholic consumption.
Katy is drunk and could make a career as a Kentucky Derby jockey as small as her stature is.....
Screwing her would be like making love to a 13 year old ........some guys might get off to that...
Im confusing hookers withy pedestrians and i need to stop that.
I recall a long legged beauty who had legs going up all the way to heaven giving me a slight kick at the bar,..her man diffused the possible flirtation by wedging inbetween us,...i could care less if it were or were not an act,........im focused on the ego of this bartender with these catty eyes that holds so much weight in attitude...
Maybe shes used to guys looking at her chest first then her..
My eyes never leave her glare always positioned to where it looks like im not staring.
mAybe it was the third day i was there......
The War games took me for 300 but i didnt let it kill my spirits.
I try to let my eyes do all the talking and limit my words.
I just want to see her walls crumble and show her real side.
and she does
Those bedroom eyes have no mascara and are so soft with each timing we lock eyes.
She knows it and i feel it ...the energy between us is an unspoken poem and its intensifying each time we lock into one another.
She finally knows i dont care about her fake breast like most pricks she deals with on a daily basis,.......Im subtle to the thought.
Shes wants to say sopmething but her ego is protecting her and she never has approacehed a guy first its always the other way around..
her chakras are out of whack and her kundahlini has never been fired up like it is now.
and i feel this guilt come over me..
im only in town for another night.......
what can it ever transpire into..?
all i ever wanted the first tiem i saw her was to see her defensless eyes......and that was a moment of truth i saw in her that can never be forgotten..
jessi was her name.......
and so romance has faded
days are rainy her in washington,
conspiracies are being created my thoughts of going home and writing again are anticipated .
conversations of night can be interesting....From Salem witch burnings to the psychi of humanity that feels the need to kill everything it fears ......why not understand it first?
same with the Red scare and Terrorism.......
Rocks i want to carge a conscious mind line into to collecting more collage textures from beat up book stores are waiting for the moment i get home to unravel them into a work...
brain waves arent perms or dreadlocks ,, your hair is an expression of your minds active thinking,......maybe that explains bad hair days?
encrypted thoughts for me to later decipher on future works ........Sometimes i just have to let things go without an explanation......
being a glitch in thought
no harm intended,..............
YEt my mind takes me back to Tampa...
Rings and bells of casino slot machines chatters in the background the smell of cigarette smoke here and there lingers ..egos are everywhere and everyone seems to trying their luck at taking down the casino. I prefer taking a slower pace and mozzying it up at the bar collecting matches from all my travels where the energy of this dame had walls higher than that of china protecting her fragile sheel of a soul or so i believed........Fake breast implants leopard vest she obviously forgot how beautiful her eyes could be if she only lost the thick maybelline and stopped using her chest to lurer the men.
Ego just pulsing off of her. She embodied and embrace the label of a hot moody bitch , but i knew it was fake.
SO my mind dances inside.
Conversation is limited and cold.
Ill save the romance another time.......so i do.....
My Buddy told me he bumped into Michelle Bachmann on the elevator lierally as he was making his way to his hotel room, the First Republican Tea Partyy Debates were being held directly from where we were staying.
Being young and naive he had no idea who she was,...........I told him its gonna make a great story later on in the years if she ever becomes president..you silly fuck.
My luck at the casino was paying off playing War. I was driunking salty dogs for free and buying everyone artound me rounds.......it usually works that way for me when i gamble ...I plaY Robbin Hood and take from the casino only to give it back in alcoholic consumption.
Katy is drunk and could make a career as a Kentucky Derby jockey as small as her stature is.....
Screwing her would be like making love to a 13 year old ........some guys might get off to that...
Im confusing hookers withy pedestrians and i need to stop that.
I recall a long legged beauty who had legs going up all the way to heaven giving me a slight kick at the bar,..her man diffused the possible flirtation by wedging inbetween us,...i could care less if it were or were not an act,........im focused on the ego of this bartender with these catty eyes that holds so much weight in attitude...
Maybe shes used to guys looking at her chest first then her..
My eyes never leave her glare always positioned to where it looks like im not staring.
mAybe it was the third day i was there......
The War games took me for 300 but i didnt let it kill my spirits.
I try to let my eyes do all the talking and limit my words.
I just want to see her walls crumble and show her real side.
and she does
Those bedroom eyes have no mascara and are so soft with each timing we lock eyes.
She knows it and i feel it ...the energy between us is an unspoken poem and its intensifying each time we lock into one another.
She finally knows i dont care about her fake breast like most pricks she deals with on a daily basis,.......Im subtle to the thought.
Shes wants to say sopmething but her ego is protecting her and she never has approacehed a guy first its always the other way around..
her chakras are out of whack and her kundahlini has never been fired up like it is now.
and i feel this guilt come over me..
im only in town for another night.......
what can it ever transpire into..?
all i ever wanted the first tiem i saw her was to see her defensless eyes......and that was a moment of truth i saw in her that can never be forgotten..
jessi was her name.......
and so romance has faded
days are rainy her in washington,
conspiracies are being created my thoughts of going home and writing again are anticipated .
conversations of night can be interesting....From Salem witch burnings to the psychi of humanity that feels the need to kill everything it fears ......why not understand it first?
same with the Red scare and Terrorism.......
Rocks i want to carge a conscious mind line into to collecting more collage textures from beat up book stores are waiting for the moment i get home to unravel them into a work...
brain waves arent perms or dreadlocks ,, your hair is an expression of your minds active thinking,......maybe that explains bad hair days?
encrypted thoughts for me to later decipher on future works ........Sometimes i just have to let things go without an explanation......
being a glitch in thought
no harm intended,..............