i_fell_in_love_with_a_girl sab with hair like these restless waves tough hair, but she was a tough girl, nothing could touch her i couldn't touch her there was one way i could touch her slide my hand down her pants and feel her tough hair little fold of skin lapping at my fingers like a clam tounge like puppy love like the love of a man for his dog [on your knees girl] and i caught her eye as she sank to her knees and started the vaccumming. 031210 ... magicforest very interesting little one 031211 ... love & hate and she broke my heart... 040513 ... jackie "white stripes" mc cracken "my left brain knows that all love is fleeting" 040513 ... somebody once i almost was infactuated with a 040513 ... In search of clever psuedonym So. Here's the moral dilemna. And yes instead of just telling you (should I use a semi colon here or just lazily and with a kind of roguish post post modern contempt just insert the utilitarian dash here. Damn! I've spilt my dackery and bacardi sans the umbrella all over my new festive, well festive if you can call early May and kinda past cinco de mayo festive...I guess the shirt really wasn't/isn't commemorating anything thing at all - just a brazen sartorial flirtation with pastels - which for me is a pretty big leap - so the shirt is a pale kind of violet, a silk er well mostly silk with three buttons open and a tapered collar..it looks almost tailored, cost me $75.00. Now, courtesy of me not caring enough, or at least trying to exude a kind of supercilious aloofness while fake smoking and sipping this garishly effeminate drink in the presence of some lithe and blithe asexual types..I mean I think their both women, the delicate cheek bones the hint of eye shadow, the stylish yet close cropped hair with slightly up turned bangs falling short just beneath her eye brows and those hazel eyes and yes..the gentle heft of what I am sure are 34B cups, beneath the powder blue bra. Sadly there is no nipplage, just a hint of some. Her friend though is more harder, not masculine, but kind of liontene. There is a danger, and a promise in that serpentine gait. I and P aul my peek-aboo pal from the next cubicle over in acquisitions has persuaded me to join him at his father's club where he has a membership. I want to mention the new Farber exhibit but I don't want to seem preening or pretentious so..I guess I'll just stick with this aloof schtick until paul extricates me from this ungraceful perch. What is my dilemna? No? Not even going to pretend to be interested? Fine. I like the contemptuous candor. You wear it so well darling. No Not you Paul. Paul. Be a dear and order me another. Why am I suddenly speaking like a slightly enebriated Noel Coward (sp)? It's all in the pastel and the ambience and of course the generous bartender's mixed drinks..this is a rather acute strain of rum. Is it Bacadi? Do you Know? No? Well. Surly and obtuse. No. Wait. Paul..Paul I was only kidding. What was that? Something about midol? Well as unimaginative as that was accurate...I'll concede the blow, the rather telling blow, I'd say prescient even if I knew you better and weren't going to be laying on Dr.Rosenberg's leather couch later this week. I've got save something for HIM now don't I? I think the lights and the ciggarette haze will obfuscate, will conspire to obfuscate my carelessness and ah..No I wasn't aware that Phil's speech has become disconcertingly sibilant. Why in earth is that a subject of post-work and possibly pre-coital banter? Yes the pre-coital refers to those two women, yes the rather athletic looking well dressed grad student types, yes. Fine then Here's hoping my next romp through the sheets will be herpes free. I've really got to suggest some leisure reading for you Paul, or at least a primer on ... Paul. You wear me out. Should it be this exasperating? You know Post-work stress alleviating banter while slowly imbibing a p-r-e-t-t-y strong cocktail, while I might add fake smoking..all in the service of trying to approximate a serviceable facade of supercilious aloofness..or at least a kind of the whole mysterious and enigmatic shadow of woe kind of aloofness? Yes. That was a question and not just the opening line of a failed one man show that failed it's opening night waaaaay off of the city line avenue dinner theatre circuit... Order me another Paul. I was saying something about moral dilemna's... 040513 ... maybe Quentin Stone will do No. Paul, the Farber Exhibit is NOT the newest nordic take on post-structuralist aesthetic with a n effete or sentimental glance back to bohemian sauve de vive..okay? and why the hell weren't you that witty when I faltered on my initially inept social incursion into the resplendant universe of the lithe and blithe and unmistakably-but not-in-an-over-bearing-way, erudite duo one of whom who moves with the palpable sexual energy of a lioness..a panther to be exact. Look just go along with me here, I'm going to riff..and I may do so whith a moderation of affectation, do not DO NOT sneer at me..just play along, you know, nod knowingly and say "Well (pause dramatically) it was his one fatal flaw, his tragic downfall.." I'm just going to not quite unaffectedly incline my body in their direction and say, here i go.. "Remember, Whitney, Dr. Walheim's penchant for peppering his arguments with a few well placed profanities whenever at the height of one of his tirades, remember the year he scorched the grandaughter of our esteemed largest endowement's namesake ear's with his quite accurate..really..apt assertion that her defense of Socrates' elitism as simply "putting his thing down" and then to add..that bit of clarification "If I may take the liberty of couching my assertion in the argot, the ARGOT of the streets.." My god, she put that in a foot note and propped up three rather lengthy paragraphs on the authenticity, the vibrancy, the not to be missed protean nature/realism of neologisms and the parrelels of street cred and socrates' dialectical elitism...I believe he characterized her "pretense of academia as facile and engorged with shit. "A tumescent turd of shit actually, is what I recall." said Paul. And then more quietly, "And really. Whitney? where'd the hell you get that from?" 040513 ... Quentin S. "Yes, His perorations were ineluctably, an expletive riddled pillar of fire pouring from his florid and impressive..I mean god he had literally fist fulls of jowl meatus undulating with fury.." Quite a sight... Yes, I think that did it Quentin, I noticed an acute narrowing of both sets of eyes, the louder your voice got and the longer we proceeded with our doomed charade...burlesque for the learned and unsubtle..and socially inept. "(...)" 040513 ... Not interested So you were talking about furnitutre Right? the whole "farber exhibit device" You neglected to point that out. 040513 ... Quentin S. And you my not nearly enough obtuse friend did not... *brow furrows in chagrined ire* 040513 ... Novice i_fell_in_love_with_a_boy 040513 ... Novice I fell in love with a boy 040513 ... Quentin S. God, I've just polluted another honestly began page...someone sharing an authentic crucible of experience and I've done the diarhetic mambo also over it..again..ineluctably, invariably..again.. My apologies ladies. 040513 ... somebody prayer pray 040513 ... pete and she faded away before my eyes, becoming a girl and no more. 040514 ... sixstop fell in love with a girl... www.rathergood.com check out punk kittens 040514 ... birdmad one would think that by now, for al the good it ever does, i woul;d learn to stop doing that 040514 ... oldephebe Quentin, we can infer the irony we don't need the road signs...or the garish peacocks panoply... 040515 ... smirk Hey Quentin, maybe the women are pro golfers. 040712 what's it to you? who go blather from