cowboy like rain. we used to talk all the time about going to montana, about driving under the stars until the world faded beneath the wheels of her car. i wonder if i'd fall asleep, my head rested against the seatbelt, drifting away into oblivion as she drove to new horizons beside me. we used to talk about cowboys, about riding into the sunset, about dust kicked up by the heels of stallions. stupid fucking romanticism. still, it's the nicest thought i've got left... 010515 ... carne de metal soy cowboy, alla voy en Ohio estoy. yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaa! 020224 ... precious_butterfly As much as ever, only better. As ever, only better. As ever, only a little more. The same, but more. The same, but more. TSBM The same, if more TSIM 020905 ... elimeny Cowboy Where did you go And did you know Just what you did to me Why did you ride Off into the Sunset without me Without telling Send me a postcard write me a letter Shoot up a word, anything would be better Than, than, this not knowing.. Then I awoke And found my life broken Made into a token I gambled in a slot machine But that’s how it goes When one wants to know it all That’s where the hardest falls Wash everyday quickly away beware of married cowboys. 030106 ... megan i'd like to call you my wild horse and feed you silver sage i'd like to paint my poems with desert tongued clay across your back and ride you savagely as the sweet and southern wind through a green and wild Kentucky. I'd like to make you my secret sun blazing dark and red in the orchards and i would steal away to watch the way your silver belly bends and bows beneath me i'd make you my wings in the foothills of Montana my lover in the oceans of the world i'd make you my many calico children and scatter you across the green memories of home i'd be your hungry valley and sow your golden fields of wheat in my womb 030604 ... mama dont let your babies grow up to be "cuz they're never at home, and they're always alone...even with someone they love" 030604 ... megan save a horse... 030701 ... Stubborn cowboys have paisleys stiched in their boots...they carouse, and betray, never feel or stay but other than that are pretty much me. But even cowboys can't lasso trees, can't sweep a Sequoia off her feet, can't uproot a force of nature from her world. 030804 ... ninja Wasn't much to look at, just a free rambling man ... 040314 ... elegance twiggy 040614 ... stephshine i was obsessed with making-out with a cowboy when i was 12. obsessed with making out in general-but cowboyseemed extra-sexy. 070219 what's it to you? who go blather from