Wednesday, September 2, 2009


sometimes there is nothing more beautiful than watching a field of tall grass sway in the wind. nothing can compare the the visual bliss of seeing the shoots bend just beyond the apex of an arc and bend towards the earth. that precise moment, immediately after the uncertainty of the motion has passed, is where i can seek solace as the autumn creeps into the world.

and sometimes after the brief instant that my mind goes blank when i climax the only image i can see is the wooden paneling on the walls in jill's basement and all i can smell is the cheap perfume that all girls use where i'm from.

and sometimes after that while i am lying in bed i can smell the come on my hands and you are the only memory that is brought to mind. and i can never decide if this is a meaningful sign or if it's just depressing.

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