dec 9

the initial momentum was like a clock ticking though once it built up it became rapid and pounding. her eyes were blue and her hair smelled blonde in the outcome. the outgoing vibes were one of friendly comrades... the skin smelled used... the eyes appeared to be lying despite the words coming out of the mouth and we were instinctive in our behavior at that point despite all of the wonderful cues. the big words thrown in now and then but used over and over like a drummer and a drum fill. just to fill in space between parts. something so important and crazy. something lunatic and warranted. something effervescent and in control, somehow, simultaneous.