houston_springs
the swinger of birches what is a houston spring like?
it is like walking into a tex-mex town that has just been blest with a thunderstorm and the next day the flowers are blooming intensly in rich colors. i have never seen it this green and life like before. it is so perfect outside i feel like i could break. i want to be apart of every beautiful thing i see, to be apart of those mexican families living in the low income housing, with their brightly painted houses and their beautiful plants. i want to be apart of the Westhiemer strip, emblazened in the glow of the lights i want to be apart of the man behind the counter at gucci, the one wearing black and his hair is spiked, or the latin girl i saw at the club the other night holding her womanhood like a priceless jewel, dangling it from her teeth. these things are the kind of things that make you feel absolutely youthful. i want to shoot off like fireworks and runaway down to the montrose getting lost in other peoples stories and feeling enebriated by living. this is what a houston spring feels like, it feels like walking your brother to the toy store to see if they have the new edition of Pokemon. it feels like talking to him about his life, about his friends, about sex and corrupting his mind before his friends do. i know that a houston spring is worth experiencing.
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