Eleven Sentences About You

January 08, 2005

I want someone who will run naked with me in the rain and then make love to me and make me feel something.

I‘ll follow the smells I like.

My housemates just burst into my room with maxi pad samples that I am to test for softness.

I never got cutlery.

I‘ve unofficially declared January to be Drink Away Your Fear Month.

I am responsible for the provocation of tears.

I wore my fancy shoes, we danced.

I glued paintings of goddesses all around my bed.

I tried to ease my heartache by going shopping.

I‘ll let you fuck me.

Maybe I‘ll get to see some cows.

Posted by Tudor at 10:24 AM in Sentences About You | TrackBack

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tudor, perhaps drinking will help numb the pain, but you must have a soul to feel pain . she asks, is it that you can’t be alone? when one is gone, you have no solo home? so you drink and drink away your fear, dropping each tear as a mirror to reflect. hoping not to be a rebound as they call, for if she fell, she would completely fall…only to be a medicine to the pain of loss, and not much else is quite a cost.
she wont let you fuck her. but she’ll watch the cows.

Posted by: Zoe on January 08, 2005 at 02:19 PM

You don’t feel pain with your soul, but with your body and your throbbing mind.

We’ll have to find cows to watch someday.

Posted by: Tudor on January 09, 2005 at 11:44 PM