Our hearts like broken plates strewn about the table, ready to be eaten from, it is no wonder the food spills on to the table, the spillage accumulating, the actual becoming the art. The experience becoming the expressed. A piece of Julian Schnabel. Before his films. What is messier than love? What is messier than a person who cannot grasp what love is, and how he needs it?
Our need for order is strong. Even an animal (on the most part) does not eat where he shits. Yet in orderliness it is not with standing that we get bored and create messes.
Praying for peace then is an interesting matter. Pray you might not actually get it. For if you do, your pathetic-ness will be then the sole reason for impending war.
Conversely, if you wage war each and every day- like I do, ensures that peace will follow.
Some days I feel we all live in one big fucking landfill.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Decision
Clothes back on, raspy sleepiness in his voice still, he said to me:
There are so many that want just a piece of me, and you can have it all. Yet you have doubts. And the funny thing is that if any of those who want me were to actually have me like you can have me, even they would have doubts, too, wouldn't they. I had fun. See ya next time.
And with a quick shut of the door, he was gone.
There are so many that want just a piece of me, and you can have it all. Yet you have doubts. And the funny thing is that if any of those who want me were to actually have me like you can have me, even they would have doubts, too, wouldn't they. I had fun. See ya next time.
And with a quick shut of the door, he was gone.
Monday, April 5, 2010
on mountain climbing
It’s impossible to climb a steep cliff and not get an inherent feel of the mountain, the sturdiness of the mountain, of the insides of the earth. And inherently, your body responds: in the beginning the shifting of horizontal to vertical leaves you disoriented and slow, then all of a sudden you can sense the next rock upon which to step, you slowly sense your weight pulled towards the cliff face and not the other way around. Scaling upward becomes faster and smoother. You start to hear the birds more than your own thoughts.
“You doing ok? We’re almost there”
He started to feel like he was part cougar.
“Kale can you slow the fuck down!”
Even he could feel the light already lessening and they could get fined up here if they were there past sun down.
“Shit Sung, I want you sweating when we get up there!”
Sung was already sweating. More for the nervousness of the potential of falling than the workout. It was chilly, a cold front already started pouring in.
---
“Can you last longer than a moment?” Sung asked Kale.
“I can” he answered without hesitation.
“Good. Cause it takes a long time for me to cum” Sung smirked.
“Some things should take a long time.” Kale muttered while he chugged down a beer.
His eyes looked happy but vacant, but sharpened. Sung smirked some more.
---
“Dance with me up here you bastard” Sung was grappling his strong frame, without too much strain. But kale had to kiss first. They waltzed. Crows were cawing into between the seagulls. Could have been a more romantic chorus, but it did the trick.
The sun setting like the same one over tahiti, glowed with orange surrounded by a purple haze.
---
Well, I’m sad I missed ur txt. been busy. hav a good time in Europe. Call me when u get back.
(From Sung to Kale. )
Kale never called him when he got back.
---
The descent down left them feverish and gleefully exhausted. At some point, they fucked in the bushes with perhaps a couple silent coyotes taking notice of the ecstasy.
At the time, Kale was wishing he didn't have such feelings for Sung. The body, however, and feelings intermingle far too instinctually when shifting from horizontal to vertical.
“You doing ok? We’re almost there”
He started to feel like he was part cougar.
“Kale can you slow the fuck down!”
Even he could feel the light already lessening and they could get fined up here if they were there past sun down.
“Shit Sung, I want you sweating when we get up there!”
Sung was already sweating. More for the nervousness of the potential of falling than the workout. It was chilly, a cold front already started pouring in.
---
“Can you last longer than a moment?” Sung asked Kale.
“I can” he answered without hesitation.
“Good. Cause it takes a long time for me to cum” Sung smirked.
“Some things should take a long time.” Kale muttered while he chugged down a beer.
His eyes looked happy but vacant, but sharpened. Sung smirked some more.
---
“Dance with me up here you bastard” Sung was grappling his strong frame, without too much strain. But kale had to kiss first. They waltzed. Crows were cawing into between the seagulls. Could have been a more romantic chorus, but it did the trick.
The sun setting like the same one over tahiti, glowed with orange surrounded by a purple haze.
---
Well, I’m sad I missed ur txt. been busy. hav a good time in Europe. Call me when u get back.
(From Sung to Kale. )
Kale never called him when he got back.
---
The descent down left them feverish and gleefully exhausted. At some point, they fucked in the bushes with perhaps a couple silent coyotes taking notice of the ecstasy.
At the time, Kale was wishing he didn't have such feelings for Sung. The body, however, and feelings intermingle far too instinctually when shifting from horizontal to vertical.
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