for_those_of_us_who_fall_in_love jane for those of us who fall in love with everyone we meet: we live our lives from heartbreak to heart break - the constant incline, drum fluttering beat style, reggae with Parkinsons, it's an immediate romance. The heart of the true Romantic will never settle in the sand. NO! We are stubborn masochistic serial dreamers. Upon first glance, our imaginations run rampant, catch the train heading south to God's land, where the freshest fruit is on the side of the road, served by a sweaty dusty family. The true Working Class Heroes. it starts with a spark, just a Glance! and immediately my head jumps a hopeful handful of hours into the future, banging in some walk-in pantry. Then, the whole relationship cinemas in my mind; i see myself sobbing over fish deaths and just-leave-me-alones and ferris wheel kisses and all those marketable relationship propogandas. Then, we are married with children and all the rest of the suburban dogma implanted in me since the cul-de-sac days. Life is easier now, we relax, both retired, and this little weird cloud dissipates over my head, and everyone else has moved on. 140701 ... jane rinse, repeat. 140701 ... gja . 140702 ... jane she captures me with her eyes - i remember the first time i saw them. remarkably our roles were switched, (i was with Curly in black and white so many things polarized for her even back then, even a dress) she saw me painted up half-dressed part woman part creature glimmering blue, blue like half a fish, half a person. i remember her eyes and the way they are excited and in turn excite, the enthusiasm shooting out like stars, hoping it's me in the crosshairs. 141110 what's it to you? who go blather from