drunk ode to men
2005-09-01 11:07 p.m.

let me tell you something,

if i'm drunk right now, i'm candid and true. yeah, i'm true.

i feel smooth, like smooth cutting through the water. wanna talk to a man, i love this moment where i'm free and lovely.

a tequilla drunk is unlike every other kind of drunk. it would be so easy for me to drown right now, because i dont care about air. i care about flowing and smoothness.

yeah, hmmm men! how could any woman be lesbian (tongue in cheek)?

how could anyone dislike them and those little lines on their groin? their short hair and their smiles? those fucking smiles, those broad shoulders, how could anyone? anyone those smooth and alternatingly hairy arms? those legs with the direction upwards, such a pleasure upwards? stiffening, and so soft hard? so gratifying, satisfying, the basis and the center and the line of life.

that thing, that pillar, those globes. all the representation, the force, the cool. that comforting trapezoidal pillow, the way it pushes problems and dramas away like moisture on a window, sweep sweep, love, men.