If only I wasn't such a window licking, chatter boxing poopie head, I might have just chilled and gone with the flow instead of pushing you away when you are sooo my favorite (non-related) person right now. You are/were good to me. If you come back and tell me to shutta... we could wallow in laughter and occasionally each other again - with out putting a title on this chapter. It doesn't need one anyway in the grand scheme of things and nothings.
Have you heard that? I heard that!!
I promise I won't love you.
I needed a page to spill on, a wall to pin up, what was on, in, or from my mind. Things like: Poetry; Pictures; Rants and Journal notes. Funny graphics and jokes. Essays and questions. For Political and Social posts Check out the Barking Roof Dogs
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
This Could Be Bad
You're breaking the silence
and waking the beast
Making it hungry
... then letting it feast
Your mouth as it lingered
Your body, your skin
I was lost in the tingling
You were drinking me in
Follow me after
You've fallen some more
We'll wallow in laughter
We'll throw out the score
Circles of spoken
and Unspoken notions
I feel like I'm floating
Adrift in your ocean
and waking the beast
Making it hungry
... then letting it feast
Your mouth as it lingered
Your body, your skin
I was lost in the tingling
You were drinking me in
Follow me after
You've fallen some more
We'll wallow in laughter
We'll throw out the score
Circles of spoken
and Unspoken notions
I feel like I'm floating
Adrift in your ocean
Thursday, September 04, 2008
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