SCATTERED THOUGHTS, JUST LIKE THE WIND...
...the buzz was suddenly shot by my room-mate still being up when i came home from a short night of coffee talk w/my buddy, aka..."silent bob": as, i am still intellectually stirred by those inept of social circles, so tongue-tied that the usual setting of silence has more to speak for than when the tongue controls the brain...
...YET, MY MIND HAS DRIFTED OFF ALL NIGHT THINKING OF THE LATEST DATE OF LAST SATURDAY NIGHT: it was the art-form of the hand soaps that she uses...clear orange w/some strange segment of berries in between (maybe as decor...who and hell's earth knows?!?)...it was the cape-cod nook where she lives...she called it Bohemian, while i think she knew exactly what was going on in my head...
...yet, it was the soap...the scent of it...the smell of her...the cleanliness of her bathroom/bathrobe that made me wanna crawl up inside her...
...though that invitation came tonight...just felt the need to be alone...to sleep in my own sheets and feel out my own wet-dreams...
...PROVOCATIVE QUESTIONS ALWAYS FILL MY MIND UP WHEN I'M IN BED WITH ANOTHER GIRL...like: what was your favorite Rolling Stone's album..."Beggar's Banquet" or "Exile on Main Street"? OR...WHO WAS BETTER...THE BEATLES OR THE ROLLING STONES?!?
ACTUALLY...i always tend to pick the Beach Boys because according to Paul McCartney, "Pet Sounds" inspired his concept of "Sgt. Peppers." Yet, I'd pick the Rolling Stone's "Her Satanic Majesty's Request..." over anything just because it trips me light-years beyond the sound-waves that make me mad upon the moon's beams...
...the buzz was suddenly shot by my room-mate still being up when i came home from a short night of coffee talk w/my buddy, aka..."silent bob": as, i am still intellectually stirred by those inept of social circles, so tongue-tied that the usual setting of silence has more to speak for than when the tongue controls the brain...
...YET, MY MIND HAS DRIFTED OFF ALL NIGHT THINKING OF THE LATEST DATE OF LAST SATURDAY NIGHT: it was the art-form of the hand soaps that she uses...clear orange w/some strange segment of berries in between (maybe as decor...who and hell's earth knows?!?)...it was the cape-cod nook where she lives...she called it Bohemian, while i think she knew exactly what was going on in my head...
...yet, it was the soap...the scent of it...the smell of her...the cleanliness of her bathroom/bathrobe that made me wanna crawl up inside her...
...though that invitation came tonight...just felt the need to be alone...to sleep in my own sheets and feel out my own wet-dreams...
...PROVOCATIVE QUESTIONS ALWAYS FILL MY MIND UP WHEN I'M IN BED WITH ANOTHER GIRL...like: what was your favorite Rolling Stone's album..."Beggar's Banquet" or "Exile on Main Street"? OR...WHO WAS BETTER...THE BEATLES OR THE ROLLING STONES?!?
ACTUALLY...i always tend to pick the Beach Boys because according to Paul McCartney, "Pet Sounds" inspired his concept of "Sgt. Peppers." Yet, I'd pick the Rolling Stone's "Her Satanic Majesty's Request..." over anything just because it trips me light-years beyond the sound-waves that make me mad upon the moon's beams...