tonight was a night. i have to wake up soon, to be ready for the trip to disneyland and so i've set myself a limit and a goal.. i must write.. and sure it will all be mediocre crap. but its something, its a try.. and now back to talk of tomorrow. naturally i'm excited. for the company i'm graced with and for the sticky hot, heat, grumpy, drunken fun of it all. but tonight. tonight was a night.
out with the coffeeshop kids: the osci, fern n' melissa, and t --of course. we sat and talked without really talking. sort of just drinking in a much needed wind-down, slouch-back time.. albeit brief. too brief, to my mind. tonight was a night, tonight was a right night.
when the tummies rumble in a group of five it's time to reach across town for somethin hot n' greasy. so, as soon as fern returned from having crossed to the other side and dropped the sleepy melly off to home, we drove too fast to the Bronx. we ordered and sat, stuffed our faces and sat. b called t's phone and told us he was on his way. and catching the tail-end of this friday evening out he made do.
so... he came.
we sat.
we joked.
we took our time.. and nothing new to that.
but what of light'ning? ah yes.. light'ning. doesn't strike here.. couldn't strike here even with a castle built with conductivity in mind. light'ning. ah don't we just love our coded language that isn't so coded afterall.
i AM a fickle one. he is a wonder. he is a gem. he stops my heart.. and he starts it again. meh. what is this? this is another fading summer.. and another unconquered place. i am happy, full of hope, dread --i am as a weighted figurine, precarious on my perch.
i rediscovered someone from my school-yard days. i found her through friendster. she writes and has a site. you should visit it sometime. i found a quote on one of the pages from said site [www.belljar.org]
you and i have been missing out in a big way. and if i'm speaking too much on your behalf then i'm sorry but i'm not.. i'm struck and i fall and i lie still from the best kind of injury.. the one that claims the feeling first an instant before it devours the flesh.
batten down the hatches and brace yourself for the cheestastic goodness of a rearranged song that we all know and love to have stuck in our over-worked, drone minds:
1:55 a.m. - 2003-09-06
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