Dont Look Back
i was bored this morning, so i flooded my system with vicodin.
it truly is the state i need to be in to maintain complacent, chipper front-desk behavior. but now my head is light and airy, so i am thinking of passion and romance. i miss andrew, i miss wrestling and kissing and bruises.
and bite marks after falling to the floor, yanking and pulling at eachother.
im all healed up, and hes going to have to fix that.
last nite i pampered myself, did a treatment on my hair, did my nails nice,
layed around smoking bowls, reading, stretching, thinking, shivering.
made incredibly yummy squash & carrot soup, which i enjoyed while watching 'Dont Look Back', this Bob Dylan documentary from the 60's, where he is followed around while on tour, which i thoroughly enjoyed.
he was quite the masterful smart-ass, rebuffing journalists as they prod him:
----"you try and define yourself in 2 minutes, because i cant"----
and most pointedly was a scene with him sitting in a hotel room in front of a typewriter w/ joan baez singing and playing guitar in the backround, and later an incredible meeting with my beloved Donovan, who he was quite impressed by. Dylan's road manager was pretty hot too, they would hang out together snapping their fingers a la beatnik, sunglasses in-doors, eternal cigs lit in their mouths. it was perfect. i guess he was acting up on purpose for the camera tho, at least that is what was said in the commentary.
but i really hope he was a little pisser to the media, he did it well.
now that im back in seattle, back in my lovely apartment, back to the old grind, i am finding that i do have this little world that i live in here, so different from where i sprang from. i am glad to be back, i have a new appreciation for everything involved with living here, and i swear its contagious.
over & out,
Agent M
----
"im not supposed to know where im taking this boat, and i dont, but one look at you and i know its gonna be hot."
----
it truly is the state i need to be in to maintain complacent, chipper front-desk behavior. but now my head is light and airy, so i am thinking of passion and romance. i miss andrew, i miss wrestling and kissing and bruises.
and bite marks after falling to the floor, yanking and pulling at eachother.
im all healed up, and hes going to have to fix that.
last nite i pampered myself, did a treatment on my hair, did my nails nice,
layed around smoking bowls, reading, stretching, thinking, shivering.
made incredibly yummy squash & carrot soup, which i enjoyed while watching 'Dont Look Back', this Bob Dylan documentary from the 60's, where he is followed around while on tour, which i thoroughly enjoyed.
he was quite the masterful smart-ass, rebuffing journalists as they prod him:
----"you try and define yourself in 2 minutes, because i cant"----
and most pointedly was a scene with him sitting in a hotel room in front of a typewriter w/ joan baez singing and playing guitar in the backround, and later an incredible meeting with my beloved Donovan, who he was quite impressed by. Dylan's road manager was pretty hot too, they would hang out together snapping their fingers a la beatnik, sunglasses in-doors, eternal cigs lit in their mouths. it was perfect. i guess he was acting up on purpose for the camera tho, at least that is what was said in the commentary.
but i really hope he was a little pisser to the media, he did it well.
now that im back in seattle, back in my lovely apartment, back to the old grind, i am finding that i do have this little world that i live in here, so different from where i sprang from. i am glad to be back, i have a new appreciation for everything involved with living here, and i swear its contagious.
over & out,
Agent M
----
"im not supposed to know where im taking this boat, and i dont, but one look at you and i know its gonna be hot."
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