Saturday, May 13, 2006
Past master
James starts a leaf of clover. The girl at the drive in window hands you a piece of junk cheese and beef wrapped in a flour tortila for a buck, befitting end to a romantic night initiated by cheap wine. Arsatradero, Matadero. I love these names. The hand without long fingers asks for yours. An old irish folk jingle remastered by James comes on. Distraction. The fingers disentagle for a moment reaching for the Fast forward button. I have had my jar of whiskey you mutter. The fingers entwine convinced that the soothing light at the end of the tunnel is not a freight train coming their way. You never let my favourite songs play, says a grumpy voice from the past. Not missing his cue James reminds you Mirrors vain, gone insane, but the memory remains.
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Even im nostalgic now
Now now atleast start off the romance with a good vintage bttle of wine, te kind that even Dr.Lecter would appreciate. No cheapoism please.
No mention of Rose. You hurt my feelngs there.
isnt that freight train line from no leaf clover?
Nice post. Romantic to boot actually.
Where have the corny sex posts gone?? Are you an a sexual hibernation these days?? Lets have some more of those.
Didnt get ths post at all. Wtf are arastadero and matadero?? Portugese bull fighting relics??
Are you romanticizing about Hetfield or about the voice from the past or about the hands without long fingers?
Romanticizing about Hetfiled may qualify you for a homosexual btw?
romanticism doesnt suit you my boy. Corny brand of sex humor though fits you lke a tee.
For god's sake who is the "she" and the "grumpy voice frm the past"?? "She" call jhantu now.
Sweet, but there are many more lovely memories waiting to be made and cherished.
beautiful post
thats a nice synchdoche.
r u going to combine sex, drugs, and rocknroll in one piece?
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