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I spent the evening with Kendra, sitting on the kitchen floor, eating canned tuna, talking about awkward sexual situations and farting/laughing uncontrollably. I'm not sure if the staccato flatuence caused the pained laughter or vice versa. It hurts the spot between my eyebrows to think about how much I love her.
When my brain wakes up before my body, all of my muscles are extremely tense for a split second before the formless bag of water I heave about catches on. It's painful and exhilirating and incomprehensibly frightning for a fraction of a moment. This morning, as I lay in the guest bed at the hippy house, in the later stages of strangulation by a higher force under my eyelids, I found that my hotwater breath in the touching world was also being withheld. Perhaps that is what it feels like to die in one's sleep.
P.S. -- So many guido faces on Farcebook.
Also, I missed the DDR party.
When my brain wakes up before my body, all of my muscles are extremely tense for a split second before the formless bag of water I heave about catches on. It's painful and exhilirating and incomprehensibly frightning for a fraction of a moment. This morning, as I lay in the guest bed at the hippy house, in the later stages of strangulation by a higher force under my eyelids, I found that my hotwater breath in the touching world was also being withheld. Perhaps that is what it feels like to die in one's sleep.
P.S. -- So many guido faces on Farcebook.
Also, I missed the DDR party.