pepper silentbob sneeze 030909 ... crimson i dont mind the sun sometimes the images it shows i can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies you never know just how to look through other peoples eyes --Butthole_Surfers my dad used to always buy salt and pepper potato chips my cousin used to find it really bizarre that i put pepper on my french fries. excuse me, freedom fries. 030926 ... misstree i became a firm supporter of pepper on fries after one waitressing job where one lady would pepper the basket that the cooks would send out for us to keep the other waitresses from eating it. i got used to it, and determined that it is yummy, and now it keeps other people away from my fries. 030926 ... realistic optimist i miss you pepper though i used to pul your tail. it was my ay of playing predator with an animal of preditory nature i iss curling up with you for saturday morning cartoons and the friendly way you made yourself be known. you weren't like salt at all hiding behind the water heater eshewing human contact to the point where we renamed her bashful true to your name you were full of vim and vigor and pep and then once my sister was born, and bashful was found lying on her neck, that was the beginning of the end of our perfect friendship ... i was told that bashful was going to be given away that i could handle, we werent that close of friends anyway. but the night we gave you up, to some poor sot in an apartment with his tv up on a crate, i cried and cried all night. "we will take you to visit him whenever you want," you promised. not ever again did i see my playful childhood friend. and i vowed to one day have a cat of my own, one that mom couldn't take away, one who would be my friend to the end. but the realization of that dream is a blathe for a different day cheers to you pepper, you will always have a place in my heart. 030926 ... nomatter And so I sprinkled it on, and he said more. Laughter, apparently more was too much. And I couldn't help but look up and of course smile. We talked of his new haircut and his poser layaway shirt. The Elvis patch fit in somehow. It seems like minutes ago. He followed me to the bank, except he got there first. And he was in line and had mustard on the back of his pants. I coughed and laughed and everyone looked, except for him. He was done but I asked him to wait. I took my time and turned around. Expected him to be gone. He was sitting down on the couch. In that oh so awkward casual way. And we went outside to escape the smirks and leaned against your peice of shit in the smouldering sun. Anything to be together. I wanted to have THE TALK right then, but couldn't bring myself to mention a topic that serious at such a time. I'll ask around, and pretend like I don't give a fuck. But yet I'll cry myself to sleep tonight just because I want it that bad. 030926 ... le_buda_nagot see baianidade 060322 what's it to you? who go blather from