(no subject)
i packed two t-shirts
and my last two pairs
of clean panties in a
ratty old suitcase, with
frayed corners and a
broken zipper. something
about those blues and
greens speak louder than
its slightly less than
minor flaws.
after several hours the
air inside my car becomes
almost unbearable. it seems
to shrink into a concentrated
mass of heat. sometimes when
i open the drivers side door
i almost expect a sheet of
cookies ---- roast or any sort
of entree that someone put
that extra bit of effort into
sitting in the passenger seat.
the sound of the tires repeatedly
thumping against the textured, hot
pavement becomes almost sexual after
an hour or two. that soothing rhythmic
pattern can do strange things to a girl.
and my last two pairs
of clean panties in a
ratty old suitcase, with
frayed corners and a
broken zipper. something
about those blues and
greens speak louder than
its slightly less than
minor flaws.
after several hours the
air inside my car becomes
almost unbearable. it seems
to shrink into a concentrated
mass of heat. sometimes when
i open the drivers side door
i almost expect a sheet of
cookies ---- roast or any sort
of entree that someone put
that extra bit of effort into
sitting in the passenger seat.
the sound of the tires repeatedly
thumping against the textured, hot
pavement becomes almost sexual after
an hour or two. that soothing rhythmic
pattern can do strange things to a girl.