zen face
2008-04-20 2:39 a.m.

how long has it been since you've been so drunk that your hands felt liquidy, like natural extensions, rather than the brick mitts you've been so used to?

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i'll be thumping again and it won't matter whether you stay or not, because i'll be taking my bed with me whereever i end up. or i say that, but i'm lying. or i don't even know.

hooray hooray, i'm your silver lining.
hooray hooray, but now i'm gone.

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oh you asshole, there are people downstairs and you're here listening to the shins and rilo kiley? what kind of undergrad douchebag do you think you are?

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his eyes are so blue and turn down at the outer corners so perfectly it angers me to look at them, because i start to think, why isn't every girl in the room on her knees looking at this? don't they notice?

later i might discover that the other girls in the room did notice, but they chose to stay upright, knowing full well how the blue-eyed ones prefer a standing mate. this way they can take in all of the girl's face--soft zen fawning face--from a normal perspective, not the bird's eye view, looking down at the top of her bowed head.

so why didn't i learn this in high school? or on the playground--where did everyone learn these things? i'm so used to the brown, green, hazel eyed ones, i can't switch gears fast enough for these bright river pebbles. i bow down, a habit i can't imagine i'll break in time for him.