barefoot jennifer it's spring you can smell it feel it touch it with your feet running through the cold grass 010317 ... mikey you can sneeze and get teary eyed and cough and wheeze you can feel them your allergies because its spring 010317 ... fetishistic and for all the things she said later it still brings a bitter smile to my face that she never complained when i was nibbling on her toes. in fact it always seemed as if she rather enjoyed it 010318 ... dB We are just coming up on winter down here. IT great. I can feel the ice forming in the air. It gets into my head. Makes my brain work faster, more efficiently. The cold really drains everyone else and I can see it in them. I can't wait for the hail storms and the cold southerlies off the south pole to start. Then I'll be in my element. 010318 ... Hallkwik "We were walking barefoot, all summer" Whenever i hear those words from Ash's "Walking Barefoot" i always remember this one guy i knew... 020311 ... little wonder he was always so alienated from the rest of us. the 9 of us. now there are only 8, but 9 if you include him. he had the biggest crush on me. and i would've felt worse about being so awful to him if he would've let up a little...but he never did. once in kindergarten he rode his bike over to my house. i was outraged. he lived no where NEAR me and we lived in minneapolis... my mom invited him in for macaroni and cheese. he used to pick dandelions for me in the parking lot [our playground] in 3rd grade and sing me elvis songs. i thought it was disgusting. i moved away and came back 3 years later. i was 12 and he proposed. i was not the least bit amused. he always ran around barefoot, everywhere. he had the toughest feet i've ever seen. he could walk on crushed glass or gravel and it wouldn't even phase him. he still feels alienated. last memorial day weekend he left early. he's never left early. 9 years and he's never left early. and i can't even remember why exactly because even though we are so much the same kids... we've grown up. [some of us, at least] if he doesn't come this year, i don't know what i'll do. we're graduating this year. i get to see the girl who was always better than everyone in school girl who was always quiet but never got pushed around girl who never acted her age and always had the boys girl who always had the boys and shared them too girl who hated me in first grade and was my best friend in third boy who everyone had a crush on boy who was always 2 steps behind him, and still looks the same today as he does in his 2nd grade picture boy who was always barefoot and me...the girl who everyone got along with...[and still does] graduate. we're *graduating* we are the only group of people our parents have seen this close for this long... and we're graduating. it all of a sudden feels like the end. anything beyond everyone being in our small inner city catholic schools was a small death. this...is not small. 020311 ... chanaka the pebbles stick between my toes and come with me into the building, reminding me of ducks. 020312 ... spoons i hate going barefoot...i just dont like the feeling of carpet *shiver*...i know, i know...im a freak.... 020826 ... Sonya Remember when we'd sit outside on your doorstep at like 1 am in the morning? All your buddies would be out there smoking. You and I would sit side by side right on the doorstep and we'd just chill. You'd have your sports socks on. I'd always be barefoot...the mosquitoes always feasted on my toes and ankles. I didn't care. Oh, to be barefoot in the early morning again... 020826 ... raze i've stubbed my toes so many times by now. on bookshelves and bed frames and microphone stands. i've broken bones, i'm sure. burned the pads of my feet on summer's flabby stomach. calloused what would still be smooth as newborn skin if i'd taken the time to cover it with something resilient enough to shield me from whatever harm the ground haboured on any given day. i wouldn't change a thing. 221117 what's it to you? who go blather from