I love portland!
Sensually!
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Smelled like what, you say?
She prolly smelled like this: 
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Its been a long time.
so, whats new? Subtle is new (to me). So is Deep Puddle Dynamics. Theyre rad bands. You should also be listening to maritime.
Things w/ heather are weird. not bad, just obscure. I may or may not elaborate on this next year.
Things internally are stormy. Portland is cold and wet (per norm.)
I am at work and will hopefully find the time to redo the site template and start updating again. and change that damned flash intro.
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A new Dream
Who needs drugs when you can just stand up fast??
-- a to the b
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Options
we were walking, holding hands
with our barefeet in the sand
and the seagulls overhead
when i broke the spell and said:
i could never divorce you
without a good reason
and though i may never have to
it's good to have options
but for now i need you
but it was always in my head
because no one ever says
what they really mean to say
when there's so much a stake
so i told her i loved her
and she told me she loved me
and i mostly believed her
and she mostly believe me
::
this is how we multiply
pity that it's not my life
the friction and skin
the trembling sighs
this is how the bodies move
with everything that we could lose
pushing us deeper still
the sheets and the sweat
the seed and the spill
the bitter pill yet undiscovered
gideon is in the drawer
clothes scattered on the floor
she's arching her back
she screams for more
"oh my sweet rapture
i hear jesus calling me home"
finally a chance to breathe
reaching for the fallen sheets
collapsing in
a glowing heap
we've gone too far
we've done too much
we have to quit it
just one more kiss
just one more touch
please ten more minutes
this feels so good
just barely moving
the tension building
our bodies working
to reach the goal
oh my sweet rapture
i hear jesus and the angels
singing "hallelujiah"
calling me to enter the promised land
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Countdown to Portland
Today + Tomorrow <= 2.
Sweet New York, I pine for Thee.
This is it. The last of days. Well, in Brooklyn at least. Come this evening, I will ride away in a speeding mercury red Mercury Cougar, racing to the east, and to freedom (from the cougar). We will be on our way to Southold, Long Island. A hefty drive across the largest island off the coast of the continental united states. Upon entering the glory of Southold, Heather and I will join the illustrious pair of islanders, Nolan and Ashleigh (who I only recently realized was an eigh and not a y). Ashleigh will purchase the cougar for a modest sum of cash, and we will spend the evening and following day enjoying beverages on the beach. After much deliberation, Heather decided that King Leopold would not be allowed to excurse with us to the beach. My proposition was simple: King Leopold should accompany us to Southold, and be SET FREE, as all creatures desire, to fish (and fend) for himself. Heather, the great detractor, asserted that in his *mild* mental retardation, that he would be incabale of learning such essential skills. NOTE: I am not the heartless and uninterested party in the debate, I was full of hope for KL, assured that he was not handicapped but handi-capable of collecting fish and antiques, thus making a life for himself on the short end of the Long Island. After a bit of intervention from Beka, Heather's glorious elder sister, Leopold has been liberated from her dictatorial grasp.
