blood_red_sharpie_the_usual_spot once again and when does friendship become routine? Does that impulsive laughter ever fade into a laugh track? Have you become a friday night sitcom? And his shirt was off... her tousled hair now dyed an offbeat orange splayed over his bare chest. And this is who they are. And this is what they do. And this is why. Everyone grows older, but there are still suprises, still shocks and a persistent desire to uncover what could be... see how it throbs and burns under what so obviously is. And she drives out to the usual spot... her heart pounding in a Pavlonian response... But sometimes the routine changes and the dance becomes dangerous... and it is that careful bridge they walk... This is their spot. The space kept carefully between that which is precious and that which is distained... between loving and loathing... and caring and indifference. And they meet in the place where everything hangs in the balance... between tears and laughter... between the truth and the lie... between now and forever... This is their usual spot. 040902 ... crOwl nice 040902 ... mangrove this echoes what i've been thinking about these past few days. thank you for posting it. 040903 what's it to you? who go blather from