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Aug 01, 2006 16:33

there are too many miles between us to tell you. but I'd be the boy if you wanted me too. or asked. or if in asking, weren't shy enough to know the answer already. I'm already wearing black pearls in anticipation of it, in shy awareness that they may have been in your mouth at some point, been through some simple slurping. I am slicker than slick here, in this slimy air & short hair isn't helping, though, thought it would. suddenly richer & still not able to afford the distances between elbow and middle finger. still groping for some sort of anchor, still hoping for some sort of cantankerous ride down this mountain, out of that valley and through those woods. been reading too many fairy tales or recalling them in patches of closed eyelids and shifting feet, risky now to fall asleep too peacefully.

&I'll be living off of pesto for the next three years. come over if you want pasta, and basil, and sun dried tomato dribbling down your chin.
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