Projectile Emotion
There are innumerable things to be greatful for. What's the point of beginning at one and ending at another? People in desperate situations ask, "why me?" I ask myself the same thing on a day to day basis. What did I do to deserve such a wonderous life?
Two coyotes ran in front of us on the highway tonight. On the reservation they said it was bad luck when that happened. They darted in front of the light beams. I saw them over the sounds of quiet muffled Japanes pop music and the pain that Bess was in from being a girl. I looked down at her in my lap alot tonight. I get lost in her when she sleeps.
It was all a blue tinted sunlight. White dunes one way and lulfull ocean the other. She sat in a chair. She pointed to her naked chest and told him to, "listen." As he leaned in to hear she guided his head. His ear against soft cool flesh. He could hear it, as much as he could the sand burnt wind, but it was entirely ineffable. Something so empyreal held within somthing so (as he had found out earlier in Rousseau's forest, and again in the blurry morning eyed bathroom) tangible. She giggled and pushed him over, open-mouthed. They returned naked to the brakish blue wine. Awake.
Two coyotes ran in front of us on the highway tonight. On the reservation they said it was bad luck when that happened. They darted in front of the light beams. I saw them over the sounds of quiet muffled Japanes pop music and the pain that Bess was in from being a girl. I looked down at her in my lap alot tonight. I get lost in her when she sleeps.
It was all a blue tinted sunlight. White dunes one way and lulfull ocean the other. She sat in a chair. She pointed to her naked chest and told him to, "listen." As he leaned in to hear she guided his head. His ear against soft cool flesh. He could hear it, as much as he could the sand burnt wind, but it was entirely ineffable. Something so empyreal held within somthing so (as he had found out earlier in Rousseau's forest, and again in the blurry morning eyed bathroom) tangible. She giggled and pushed him over, open-mouthed. They returned naked to the brakish blue wine. Awake.