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I can smell you
on me.
I close my eyes,
breathe you in,
and allow memories
to flow
over me.
I smile and send you
a dream,
a memory,
a flash of desire
and passion.
Dream of me tonight.
Dream of me,
and wish I lay next to you.
Then open your eyes
and see me sleeping.
on me.
I close my eyes,
breathe you in,
and allow memories
to flow
over me.
I smile and send you
a dream,
a memory,
a flash of desire
and passion.
Dream of me tonight.
Dream of me,
and wish I lay next to you.
Then open your eyes
and see me sleeping.
a-fucking-men. she was actually 19 when she got pregnant with me.. living out of her car. hell, i don't even know if phil is my father or some other random drunken indian she picked up on the reserve. i think he is though, you and i look WAY too much alike. hehe.. =D
you know how she met Phil? she was driving down the highway and he was hitchhiking. she picked him up and probably slept with him that night, next thing she knew she was pregnant with me. she isn't the holy fucking queen shit that she'd like to think she is. just wait until she starts calling you a whore and disowns you, then you'll know better why i don't want to see her ever again. really, that woman is the most fucked up person i've ever met. it's okay for her to fuck what ever guy comes along (hmm.. Ralph, good old Tamborano, Keith.. and i am sure there are others we never knew about) and tell her daughters these DISGUSTING sex stories about them because she is such a responsible and spiritual adult so of course it is all right. but if anyone else even so much THINKS about having a relationship or, Bluefeather forbid, sex *gasp* they are unholy whores who need to be punished for their evil sinful ways.
christ.. it's no wonder i am so fucked up now. hehe..
bad morning experiences? hehe.. oh man..
actually, when C's dad lived with us he made me SO MAD all the time, so i started pulling pranks. oh, sweet revenge.
one night i was all "hmmm. there is a lot of lime built up in the kettle. .i should soak vinigar in it" so i did.. only i soaked it over night and didnt empty it (on purpose of course.. hehe..) the next day C's dad said "who left vinegar in the kettle? i made my coffee out of it!" i had to hide in the bedroom with my head under a pillow so i could laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh.
i'll think of more for you.. i am sure i have many to share..
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oops.
*hides*
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