a_cowboy_mails_his_sweetheart werewolf "well you know i've got to go babe. if i don't, no one else is going to go for me. you can't take me there with your eyes, you can't give me what you need given to you. i gotta be strong. i'm going, and if you still want me when i come back, well that's a problem for another day, but i'm not intending any of these tangles. i don't wanna pretend this world is safe when it isn't. i've seen steadier things leave me than love. i've seen the moon eclipse the sun, and i've seen proud men beg. i'm leaving on the hopes that when i get back, you'll want me more, not less. but i'm leaving, be sure of it. if you're looking for someone who can lay down their impulses as if they're disorders, "it ain't me babe." i'll never forget your kindness, but it's only the lonely miserable life i lead that made it so worthwhile. so out i go, to once again earn your love." 021010 ... silentbob what should i feel more disturbed by: the fact that the first time i read the title of this blathe i thought it said, "A Cowboy Nails His Sweetheart" OR should i feel more disturbed by the fact that i clicked on it? 021010 ... kss oh bobby. you are so wrought with dilema. of *course* he nailed his sweetheart! 021010 ... megan this is sad. where is the cowboy? did he leave his sweetheart all alone at home while going out to herd animals constantly to nowhere. did she leave him? is he out in arizona somewhere riding around on a century-old ranch, while she's pursuing a career in new york? even though she knows home is where the heart is, and her heart is definitely not amongst the polluted air and smog of taxis and buildings spreading long bony fingers into the sky... 021116 ... Jeca reminds me of the cowboy who took me to prom-- even when he was 15 he was the oldest person his age i'd ever known. the kind of cowboy from my part of arizona starts driving at 9 and is a man soon after. a rare breed. 021117 ... werewolf "i came back. the stars didn't shift when i left. they stayed there. it made me feel safe enough to come back. i held her hand when i first saw her. there was a gentleman with her who grew stiff and silent. she seemed embarassed, casting her eyes at the horizon and the dust i had freshly kicked up. i let her hand go and turned to just walk and i heard her voice say stronger than i remember it, "wait." It had the same diminishing echo of a saloons swinging door, the same feeling of eyes and expectations on your back. i stopped and it was the saddest i'd ever felt. the only way i could've felt sadder was if i had kept walking." 021117 what's it to you? who go blather from