Sep 09, 2007 00:08
and began to curdle in the nonsense below. forearms grew thin and flimsy like soggy string beans which thawed improperly and our brains began to bubble like a fish's on the grill. perspective became a constant struggle and my willingness to compete turned to a complete and perfect bumbling.
she sat perfectly still aside from her facial expressions that changed as often and dramatically as only the most severe of schizophrenics could experience and appreciate. it's the imperfections that you don't mind which let you know you love someone. like how her right eye would never open nearly as much as her left eye would, or... well, that's the only thing i noticed.