my box of 72 colored pencils and book full of empty pages
sour kisses and sour cherries
llamas that eat hands
a bulldog named beefy (tomorrow it will be meaty)
my new quilt
90 degrees
honeysuckles
improv (making this shit up as i stumble along)
baby ruthless aka his newest muse
the color blue
figuring it all out
realizing i was wrong
realizing i was wrong about being wrong
realizing i was right
realizing i forgot what it was that i was right about being wrong about
pink lemonade
butter crunch
silly dreams
hideouts
dirt roads
laughing at (everything)
flow-ride-ah
dirty girls
telepathy
New Again
scream-o
people who hate spoons
t-shirts (I'm bored of cheap and cheerful)
starfish, snowmen, and bridges
U-toob
sunsets (early ones and the ones for muggings)
writing my own songs
singing them to nobody but myself
and then, forgetting the words
going places
getting lost on purpose
writing crap poetry on the slight offchance that someone might not find it so crappy
details
arguing with myself and knowing that one of us will always end up winning
or losing
double knots
double dares
flip flops and messy hair
the smell of a suntan
having no a/c and riding with my hand dangling out the window
wondering why
wondering how
wondering who
wondering where
wondering when
wondering what (the fuck)
wandering
switching gears
changing lanes
crossword puzzles at 4:30
the time (right before and right after and every second in between)
blinking and almost missing it all
catching my breath
twirling my hair
being scared shitless but doing it anway
knowing (or hoping) that i'll be cool to my nephew for at least another 2 years
trying not to take anyone or anything for granted
learning (always)
having the best of times at the worst of times with the best(est) of friends
(new, clean, clear, huge, wide open, dark, vast) space(s) (travel, cadets, man)
lists within lists within lists
distortions
imaginary real life
daydreaming at night and sleepwalking during the day
clearing up misconceptions and clutter
using the same styrofoam cup until it leaks (or at least until i think the mold is going to kill me)
scoring concert tickets
jack (white, daniels)
striking the match
watching it burn
throwing gasoline on the fire
stopping dropping and rolling before it consumes me (just in time)
drifting off to sleep while sitting here
rambling
standing my ground (in quicksand)
choking on my own words
hacking them up to form a mess that (sort of, kind of, almost) resembles a blog
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Oooooh.
You gave me chills. Sometimes I wonder if you've been traipsing around in my head because you're so spot on.
I'd pick my favorite part but I can't.
I love it all.
Damn, you know how to spin words till they don't know which way is up.
Hi.
Thank you so much.
Sorry for the brevity. Much to tell you. But it is waaayyy past my bedtime.
How goes it down south?
I'll take you on a journey to my favorite places any time you want.
Just pack a bag and off we go.
LOL solly, I'm still wondering how I did it. Maybe I was tryig to do my best superman impression. If we'd got it on tape I'd have sent it in to "you've been framed" for the £250. Such a shame hahahaha!
PS, you iz mad and crazy but I love you that way.
xxxxxx
Hi.
I loathe bureaucracy.
What's up with you, sweetums?
Hey! I just wanted to stop by here and thank you for checking out the post I did for Carrie. Glad you liked it. :)
Paperheart misses her Solly. =(
xoxox
<3
*hug*
hey solly dick!
just passing by.
you are one clever little one! i am jealous of your use of words.
sunsets (early ones and the ones for muggings),
my fave! two of my fave songs ever!
♥ a plenty!
hmm that should have read...
♥'s a-fucking plenty!!
Wandering about instead of sleeping.
Saw the porch doesn't have comments anymore. Decided to stop here and say hi to you and your sister.
What's in your plans this summer?
improv (making this shit up as i stumble along)
I come by every so often and find a new fav. This week it's this line.
solly! i miss you!
♥
Hiya Solly!
I miss you so fucking much. Just sayin'.
Sending you lots of love...
And a hug too. :)
hey solly!
me again.
hope you are doing OK?
Did you understand that fucking bullshit I just spewed? Yeah, probably you did.
yeh, totally did actually!
when is your date to see Brandonian Flowerman? i am jealous.
♥
*cough*
*scratches chin*
erm...can i say the word CUNT around these parts?
oh ahahahahaha, yes i can!
fucking cunt didn't work babe!!! will try again!
hold on...
i think i got it here!
hells, that's pretty!
take care solly dick!
♥
Hey stranger.
Miss you. ♥
Solly,
Good God Girlfriend – it was so nice to see you.
I twist, twirl, pet, pull, and chew on my hair. I’ve done it since I was a child. Mostly when I’m lost in thought. I’ve gotten those awful dreadlocks because I was so wrapped up in something I didn’t even notice I was knotting my hair like that. It was worse when my hair was down to the middle of my back.
Now that it’s shoulder length I only get mid-level knots versus code red ones.
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