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Yanked from Gaywolf
1. When I first met you it was business. The first words you spoke to me were, "Why, hello there London. You sound famous."
I listened to your music and sold you on digital production. We talked shop for three hours that day and I taught you how to splice. We exchanged numbers, we hit the best bars in town in those six months: Stoli, feather boa's and rose tinted glasses. We were two ex-some bodies stuck in the middle of no-where's ville Ohio. You said, "It's a regrouping. That's all it is." You were my Patsy to my Eddie-- and it was grand. Where ever you are now, I hope you are still dancing away to Iggy and know that I am still humming "Good-bye Horses" when I tie my boots in the morning. When I am old and grey and asked if I ever met my hero-- I can say yes-- over Stoli and much passionate conversation on what it means to be Human.
How will we die, London?
In a six seater over the Swiss alps, drunk on stoli, with a nose full of blow. We'll be smoking a J and yelling at the pilot to land because we have to piss. But we'll crash in a blaze of glory instead.
Fantastic!
2. You were a beautiful mess when I first met you and something about you, something inherently good-- odd-- honest-- and dangerously familiar made me drop my fifty-foot wall and just Be. I held your hand and layed in your lap and spilled my head as we swilled 99 Berries-- for this I love you-- and for your friendship I am grateful. We are two pillars leaning against each other, perched precariously close to the edge of oblivion--- and it is our strength together, as sisters, as friends-- that keep us from looking down.
3. I fell in love with your boots, first.Then your hands, then your smile, then your eyes. Then you said, "Hello." You know that movie where what's her face says, "You had me at 'Hello'", it was exactly like that.
I don't think you know, that with in that ten seconds, I knew that we were going to spend the rest of our lives together. I made you tea, we shared each others art and that same first night, we shared a bed-- and we've never stopped, since then--- even though, in the beginning, we did everything in our power to try to get out of what we had started. My love for you is soft, quiet and gentle-- and most of all peaceful. I look forward to growing old with you and I look forward to your smile every morning.
4. You've taught me that faith still exist and it can be found within the mists of the forest floor. Knowing you has kept the belief in magic and innocents alive just a little bit longer. You've become a good friend in a short period of time-- and this confuddles me sometimes. But I try not to dwell on that. You bring out the "Auntie" in me, but in the good way. I will always be here to support you and to give you that extra little push to get your on your way.
5. In the softest part of my heart and locked away in my soul-- there is you, a hot-muggy day with ice cream and Rabbit the wonder-stuff. The Sun lit your hair from behind-- my little messy cherub with the bright hazel eyes.
You looked at me as we sat on the grass looking at the big-puffy clouds roll by, you cocked your head to the side, your face smeared with Doubble-Chocolate-Walnut-Carmel and said, " If I gave you the Key to the Universe, maybe you'd not be so Sad?"
You will always be my inspiration, my love, my life and my reason to keep on going. There's never a night that goes by, where I do not sing you to sleep. I still have the key you gave me, tucked in a safe spot-- and every now and then, when I get sad, I take it out and to unlock the "Invisible Doors" to find you.
6. You were always the knock out, in your six inch platform bitch boots.The one with the twelve buckled straps and the chrome toed sex. You dressed to the nines to go cash your unemployment check at the Go-Mart. You ate your Po'-Boys with Garlic and Swiss Chard, lipstick smears and all. You simply could not walk down Bourbon-- you had to strut, Pose and Pause- nodding to the 'porno-girlies' and the 'drag-fags' and begin the cat-walk again. It was your street, your town, and to you, nothing else mattered. In certain circles you were a myth and a legend for your drugs (you always did manage to have the best drugs) and going's on-- and only to me, were you a small town boy with way to much time on his hands.
Late nights with all the wrong people, listening to Type-O and dropping 'cid before the clubs, boot sex and cage girls gyrating away. Snorting coke off of smooth bottomed teenaged asses--- "There's a Mirror Ball in your iris, Kitten. When you die, my I have your eye? I want to put it on a string to light up my life."
7. When my world burned, you were there. Always know that I am forever grateful to your kindness. I know I broke your heart but I was scared of the world at that time and just kept running. Running away from my fear. I was not ready for your love, your kindness and your tenderness. I don't know what scared me more-- That you were kind or the thought of being loved.
I will finish this later....
Yanked from Gaywolf
1. When I first met you it was business. The first words you spoke to me were, "Why, hello there London. You sound famous."
I listened to your music and sold you on digital production. We talked shop for three hours that day and I taught you how to splice. We exchanged numbers, we hit the best bars in town in those six months: Stoli, feather boa's and rose tinted glasses. We were two ex-some bodies stuck in the middle of no-where's ville Ohio. You said, "It's a regrouping. That's all it is." You were my Patsy to my Eddie-- and it was grand. Where ever you are now, I hope you are still dancing away to Iggy and know that I am still humming "Good-bye Horses" when I tie my boots in the morning. When I am old and grey and asked if I ever met my hero-- I can say yes-- over Stoli and much passionate conversation on what it means to be Human.
How will we die, London?
In a six seater over the Swiss alps, drunk on stoli, with a nose full of blow. We'll be smoking a J and yelling at the pilot to land because we have to piss. But we'll crash in a blaze of glory instead.
Fantastic!
2. You were a beautiful mess when I first met you and something about you, something inherently good-- odd-- honest-- and dangerously familiar made me drop my fifty-foot wall and just Be. I held your hand and layed in your lap and spilled my head as we swilled 99 Berries-- for this I love you-- and for your friendship I am grateful. We are two pillars leaning against each other, perched precariously close to the edge of oblivion--- and it is our strength together, as sisters, as friends-- that keep us from looking down.
3. I fell in love with your boots, first.Then your hands, then your smile, then your eyes. Then you said, "Hello." You know that movie where what's her face says, "You had me at 'Hello'", it was exactly like that.
I don't think you know, that with in that ten seconds, I knew that we were going to spend the rest of our lives together. I made you tea, we shared each others art and that same first night, we shared a bed-- and we've never stopped, since then--- even though, in the beginning, we did everything in our power to try to get out of what we had started. My love for you is soft, quiet and gentle-- and most of all peaceful. I look forward to growing old with you and I look forward to your smile every morning.
4. You've taught me that faith still exist and it can be found within the mists of the forest floor. Knowing you has kept the belief in magic and innocents alive just a little bit longer. You've become a good friend in a short period of time-- and this confuddles me sometimes. But I try not to dwell on that. You bring out the "Auntie" in me, but in the good way. I will always be here to support you and to give you that extra little push to get your on your way.
5. In the softest part of my heart and locked away in my soul-- there is you, a hot-muggy day with ice cream and Rabbit the wonder-stuff. The Sun lit your hair from behind-- my little messy cherub with the bright hazel eyes.
You looked at me as we sat on the grass looking at the big-puffy clouds roll by, you cocked your head to the side, your face smeared with Doubble-Chocolate-Walnut-Carmel and said, " If I gave you the Key to the Universe, maybe you'd not be so Sad?"
You will always be my inspiration, my love, my life and my reason to keep on going. There's never a night that goes by, where I do not sing you to sleep. I still have the key you gave me, tucked in a safe spot-- and every now and then, when I get sad, I take it out and to unlock the "Invisible Doors" to find you.
6. You were always the knock out, in your six inch platform bitch boots.The one with the twelve buckled straps and the chrome toed sex. You dressed to the nines to go cash your unemployment check at the Go-Mart. You ate your Po'-Boys with Garlic and Swiss Chard, lipstick smears and all. You simply could not walk down Bourbon-- you had to strut, Pose and Pause- nodding to the 'porno-girlies' and the 'drag-fags' and begin the cat-walk again. It was your street, your town, and to you, nothing else mattered. In certain circles you were a myth and a legend for your drugs (you always did manage to have the best drugs) and going's on-- and only to me, were you a small town boy with way to much time on his hands.
Late nights with all the wrong people, listening to Type-O and dropping 'cid before the clubs, boot sex and cage girls gyrating away. Snorting coke off of smooth bottomed teenaged asses--- "There's a Mirror Ball in your iris, Kitten. When you die, my I have your eye? I want to put it on a string to light up my life."
7. When my world burned, you were there. Always know that I am forever grateful to your kindness. I know I broke your heart but I was scared of the world at that time and just kept running. Running away from my fear. I was not ready for your love, your kindness and your tenderness. I don't know what scared me more-- That you were kind or the thought of being loved.
I will finish this later....