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summertime thunderstorms and other manifestations of love ~ 2000-11-14 - 22:02:48 "Strip Gore and Bush down, buck-ass naked, smear 'em up with grease and set 'em to wrassling in a sand trap so we can finally get this damn thing settled once and for all." --a quote from my friend wammo. I'm tired of this whole thing. I'm about to declare myself president, tell them both that _I_ decided, and it's over. I'm wondering what kind of rioting in the streets is going to ensue when they declare whoever it is. stock up on canned goods, folks. I'm in a romantic kind of a mood... I want someone to curl up with tonight, someone to keep me warm. I've got a tv near me at the moment, and I'm hoping that "dark angel" is on tonight. I have to admit, I _like_ that show. have you seen it? check it out: absolutely gorgeous girl (lips you can't help but imagine kissing) who kicks some major ass riding a tough motorcycle through a hip, blade-runner type futuristic world. oh, and she wears tight black leather a lot. on top of that, the plot was one of my favorite fantasies when I was growing up-- that I was escaped from some government experiment and had to go on the run. I had a lot of those kinds of fantasies. I just knew I was different somehow. I'm just lately starting to really understand how different I am. it's a fascinatingly cosmic time, you know? I spend a lot of time staring at the stars. from the mountains, the night sky is breathtaking. an angel has started to teach me the stars. and I'm feeling so attuned to the moon... each night I greet her, in all her different phases. I don't know if I've loved the night sky quite so well since I was a kid, and would spend hours on my back, absorbed in the stars on hot summer nights. I miss hot summer nights, and summertime thunderstorms. here it generally gets cold as soon as the sun sinks behind the ridge no matter what time of year. you learn to carry layers. and it doesn't rain in the summertime. somebody want to be my angel tonight? bring me some summer sun, warm sheets of rain, the smell of hot concrete when the sun comes out from behind the charcoal-gray clouds and the streets and sidewalks start to steam in the light. sunshowers, rainbows. curl up warm with me in front of a fire and tell me a story of summertime.
(((rings))) |