monterey endless desire it seems i have been coming here for more than half my life. you were here for only two days with me. but now the city is yours. and i wish you were here, sharing it with me. walking the beach climbing the rocks where "i can do it" then i see you smile when the sun gleams. and i feel my head in your lap when i lie on the couch. i close my eyes on the blue bed and plead that when i open them i will see you, hear you softly saying, 'up up up' softly singing. softly loving. watch(me)miss(you)miss(me)watch(you) 030630 ... karl the weed what does that have to do with monterey? i like monterey, my family goes there every year. 030630 ... duh "it seems i have been coming here for more than half my life. you were here for only two days with me..." ... substiture "here" with "monterey" ... "it seems i have been coming TO MONTEREY for more than half my life. you were IN MONTEREY for only two days with me ..." that's exactly what it has to do with Monterey 030630 ... endless desire well doesn't it just reek of intelligence around here. . . rolls her eyes and laughs. 030630 ... paranoid martyr i love monterRey, mexico. 030701 ... white_wave telling her life story I lived in Monterey, CA (not Mexico) for about 16 years. 040307 ... zspookster karl's in monterey right now. YES YOU HEARD ME -- *RIGHT* NOW! AUGUST 8TH, 2004!!! he left me here all alone in Sacramento(ish). that's why i'm here (on blather). so.. bored....... 040808 ... globalfruitbat anyone who knows me in real life (not that blather isn't TOTALLY my real life, nooooo) know what Monterey emans to me, and if anyone in my real life is coming here, and reads this, theyll know that it's me... Monterey was the name of my elementary school where I was tormented daily for 6 years...(sorry to sound so teen angsty...the only way I ever sound when talking about it.) Anyway, did ya know that fifth graders in middle class quite canadian towns left death threats in the desks of another fifth grader, for reasons that I have yet to figure out? (i think it has something to do with me reading alot, being a pretty sensitive [as in crying easily, not pseudo higher intellect in touch on another level sensitive] kid and not really getting the joke alot...found it hard to KEEP laughing with them at myself) neither did i...oh! and I got chased home with rocks. but yeah, I'll stop now, cause it was over 7 years ago and it's only when i write it donw that i get angry. 040809 what's it to you? who go blather from